Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─She placed her hands over her hips and asked, "Where's Scott? He told me to be here tonight." Glenna too put her hand over her hips, "Who let you in?" She eyed Glenna as if they weren't on the same level. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out the card almost identical to the one the Underboss had used to get into the private elevator."Scott gave me the key. Now where is he?" she demanded placing the key back into her bag. I chewed on my bottom lip, "He isn't at home, but he will be in a few hours," I told her. This is his life. This is the way he lives. I should get used to it because I don't know how long I'll be here. Women will go in and out of this apartment day and night. I know because Chiara longed to be one of those women.The woman examined me up and down in a very condescending way, "And you are?" she asked. Not knowing what to say, I said, "I'm Allegra." "The new maid?" I shook my head but before I could say anything, Glenna spoke up, "His wi
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Don't you dare touch me with the same hands you've laid on another woman," I said. It's not that I was jealous or hurt about what had happened a few hours ago, I was just disgusted. I know he had already taken a shower after Cindy left but I just couldn't stomach his touch right after what he did. I glanced at him and noticed how his eyes had darkened, narrowing from the corners. He seemed angry, pissed off. I pursed my lips and turned my attention back to the view.I could feel him watching me, his scrutinizing gaze was burning holes into the side of my head. Suddenly, my insecurities hit me with full force. What was he looking at? He was already quite disgusted with my looks, was he trying to find more flaws to point out? I crossed my arms over my chest. "Allegra," he called my name, dark and low, "You have no right to act as a jealous wife after you had drinks with your husband's fuck buddy. What kind of wife does that?" he asked, as he took a step closer an
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Allegra, I'm giving you another chance—" Niko said and for some reason, it pissed me the fuck off. She was my responsibility as well as my wife. I promised to keep her safe, and I will do whatever it takes to fulfill that promise. Nobody messes with what's mine. Linus gave her to me to keep her safe not to fucking torture her. I was struggling to avert my eyes from her, but her trembling voice was piercing through my chest and making it damn near impossible. Deep down, I could feel that if I dared to glimpse at her and caught even a glimpse of a teardrop rolling down her cheek, I would snap in anger. And trust me, she wouldn't want to see that side of me."Scott..." she said in a shaky voice and something snapped into me.The sound of my name on her lips for the first time made my heart skip a beat. Usually, I was addressed as "Sir" or something formal, but hearing her say my name ignited a different emotion in me. My eyes snapped to her and I noticed the glistenin
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"You can't dress like that at night and expect me to not pounce on you..." his voice was almost above a whisper, his eyes going up and down my frame. I had asked Glenna to not bring me clothes that show off more skin and she hadn't, the clothes weren't so revealing but the nightdresses... this one was the most decent of the lot. I tugged at the hem of the dress to bring it a little down, "That's the most modest one..." I told him, "The rest, well, they are more revealing." His eyes forest green eyes darkened, narrowed at the edges, "Hm..." The air in the room turned thick with weird heated energy. He kept staring at me as if he was ready to forget all about the words he said to me. I made my way to my side and sat on the edge of the bed; my back facing him, "I really don't know what they were talking about. I ran away because Aldo was everything I didn't want. Silvio and Enrico took me away—"He cut me off mid-sentence, "Because they loved you?" I nodded, still
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─As my gaze met the man's, my voice trailed off into a stunned whisper, "Aldo..."His eyes widened before they trailed up and down my body. Suddenly his face closed off, cold and stern. Ray took off his hand from Aldo's chest when he was a face distance away from me. "Allegra..." he said, with a nod of his head. "It's Mrs. Mancini for you, Cerone. She's the wife of your boss, you address her with respect," Ray voiced, standing closely behind me. Aldo's lips pressed into a thin line, "My apologies, Mrs. Mancini." I acknowledged him with a simple nod, but deep down I felt nothing towards Aldo. I wasn't guilty of anything, and since the Underboss accepted me for who I am, why couldn't he? Perhaps, it was just another sign that Aldo and I were never meant to be together.As I stepped aside, I made my way into the restaurant, and to my surprise, Ray was tailing me closely. It felt strange having a bodyguard, but I guess it's something I'll have to adapt to sooner or la
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I stared at the dress laid out on the bed. Sparkly, blood red, and revealing, too revealing. It was a twist front ruched cutout bodycon dress or that's what was written on the card that was in this humongous box. The door opened and Glenna walked inside with a sweet smile. I had already taken a shower and my husband had ordered Glenna to make me look like a woman. He probably meant a woman he won't be ashamed of showing off to his friends and family. I don't think that's possible. Because even with this dress, those expensive heels and all that makeup. I was still Allegra Rossi—a wallflower with nonexistent curves. "Let's do your make-up first and then we'll do your hair," Glenna said. I silently went to sit in front of the vanity, knowing that there were far worse things that the men of the Cosa Nostra forced their women into instead of just revealing dresses. Glenna had pretty good makeup skills. She did my eyes first, making them appear like a cat. It kind o
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Hic! I didn't know what was going on, but suddenly my husband, for some bizarre, insane, and outlandish reason, looked like he had been carved by Zeus himself.As if I was looking at him for the first time, he laughed and I noticed how white and perfect his teeth are, how throaty and deep his laughing voice is, and how a beautiful vein protrudes out of his neck. He raised his hand that clutched the crystal tumbler and put it over his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each sip, his hands were so strong, so manly, with perfectly neat and trimmed nails. The tattoos, Good Lord, the tattoos were just chef's kiss. The Roman numerals over his fingers and the skull on the back of his hand were nothing less than a work of art.As their slurred voices reached my ears, I gulped down the rest of my drink. Evangeline and Delilah asked me if I want to dance. I nodded eagerly, not really sure why I was so keen when I couldn't even dance. Marco Costello's girlfriend j
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Sco—" my words got muffled into another harsh kiss, and I almost lost myself in that. The feeling of his lips on mine was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had never been kissed in such a way. Each kiss I had shared before had been with this man. Although different, none of them compared to what I was feeling now. It was as if he was taking control of my soul, and I was willingly surrendering it to him.And the weight of his body on mine was something entirely new. It was an unfamiliar sensation, yet it aroused something deep within me. The way he pressed into me made me feel wanted, craved, and desired. My heart ached to resist his touch, yet my mind remained too hazy to deny his advances. I knew it was wrong, but somehow it felt so right. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and every caress left me wanting more. I was in a state of conflict, torn between my desire for him and the guilt that consumed me. His tongue claimed my mouth in a possessive em