Amber had no plans of moving a muscle even when Dante’s voice reached her ears. She was frozen in the position. “Amber, I know exactly how to access that hidden spot, so I suggest you crawl out of there yourself, or else I’ll have to drag you out by your hair,” Dante growled. He was ruthless. Amber didn’t budge, she was too afraid to move. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Dante said before unlocking the door. The open door exposed him to a very afraid Amber. His face carried a serious expression. “Get up,” he warned with his tone, and she had no choice but to oblige. She was still hiding the loaded gun under her top, but she was unsure of what to do with it. She slowly walked toward Dante, he said, “Faster, I don’t have all day.” Amber knew that it would be best to waste time, so she asked while standing in place, “Have I seen you before?” Dante said, “Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t, doesn’t matter, walk.” Amber didn’t budge, she wanted to question, but she was aware that
Their eyes never left each other. Alessandro and Amber recalled all the beautiful moments that they had shared; each moment was filled with passion and emotion. “Alessandro,” Amber’s trembling lips whispered, “Thank you.” He could make out what she was saying, so he shook his head, and said, “No, thank you.” They thanked one another for various reasons; ones which were connected to their mind and souls. “Both of you make quite the pair,” Dante said as he noticed their exchange of words. In between, he received a call, he stepped out of the hall after ordering his men to stop. “Listen to me carefully, I need you to spin a web of lies to create a phony trail which will lead to her doom and eventually, that of his as well,” the voice on the other end of the call said. “But-” Dante was cut off with, “No if’s or but’s, you will do as I say. Alessandro deserves to live a little longer…There’s some more pain that I’d like to give him before he’s completely wiped off the face of the Earth
“Alessandro, open your eyes.” “My child, wake up.” Alessandro’s eyes open and he sees his father in front of him. “Where are we?” Alessandro asks him as he sees the white light surrounding them. His eyes fail to register what’s in front of him, all he sees is a hazy image of Amos. “We’re somewhere in the middle, my son. Listen to me carefully,” Amos’s voice is loud and clear. “Alessandro, you’ve been through enough…Live for her, my son. She is all that you need; she’s your angel,” Alessandro hears his Papi speak, but he can’t see him. “My death turned you into the monster that you were afraid to turn into, but she’s here to pull you into the light, give into her. Allow yourself to feel the happiness,” Alessandro feels Amos’s arms on his shoulders. “But, what if she leaves me?” Alessandro asks, paranoid. “There are chances at all times, but the choice is in our hands, if you choose right, then she will never leave you, my son,” Amos’s voice reverberates in his ear. “I miss you
A knock on the door interrupts Amber and Alessandro’s kissing session. Alessandro grumbles as Amber goes to check out who it is. She is greeted by a man who introduces himself as Ivan Flavia, and Alessandro allows him to come inside. Ivan sits at the end of the bed and says, “Alessandro, Dante has sent this piece of paper for you and only you. Not even Harlow has seen it, he advised that you see it in solitude.” Alessandro thanks Ivan and asks him to leave. She walks towards the bathroom. “I need to take a shower, a cold one,” she says before stepping into the bathroom. Alessandro opens the crumbled piece of paper, and it reads: Two birds hate one another but unite to take out the enemy together. Alessandro understands the hidden meaning, but this is not enough to put his finger on the people, but now, he was sure of the fact that there were two people involved in the crime. The next day, Amber lets Alessandro know that she has to head toward the gallery, and he makes the neces
Amber’s pov: The shooting session went well, I feel great after firing for the first time. The power that rushes through your veins should not get to your head, Alessandro told me that, and I shall keep that in mind. He is off to work; trades, business meetings, and whatnot. I have the day off, and he has given me the chance to pick a place for lunch, we’ve already gone to the cafe…Mhm, let me pick something that is in his favor. I cannot bother Bee, so that leaves me with Harlow. I gave him a call…No response. Over the past week, he and I had bonded over Alessandro, and snarky punchlines, he is fun to be around when you’re in his good books. My phone rings. “Amber? What do you want?” He questions. “The name of Alessandro’s favorite restaurant…” I utter without a stutter. “JHgsnfj,” he responds. “What?” I question unable to comprehend what he said. “Hsnrjek,” he said this time, and I just waited to assume that it was a poor connection. “Okay, bye!” He cut the call, and I planted
Alessandro gulped as she turned around to meet his gaze. She rested her feet on the floor of the pool, only half her body was submerged as she walked towards him with a smirk on her face. He was curious as to what she would do, her innocent face piqued his curiosity. His back hit the wall, and the water level was now below their thighs. Alessandro couldn’t help but pull her close to him. He grabbed her behind as they kissed passionately. Then, she pulled away and started trailing kisses down his neck, collarbone, and abs. Taking her time just to torture him as he groaned. Then, she teased his sensitive spot until he pulled her up to meet his lips again. Then, she went lower and lower, and she took her time to make him feel euphoric with her magic despite her lack of experience. Alessandro’s pov: I wake up and see the beautiful woman next to me. Last night, I saw a side of her that she has hidden from the rest of the world. She satisfied her hunger and lust by using me. The redne
FLASHBACK Thirteen Years Ago “Bambino, isn’t this peaceful?” Bella Bianchi asks fifteen-year-old Alessandro. He nods and grips the railings on the edge to get a better view of the place. “Mama, look at that!” He points to the mist covering the valley. Bella looks over the edge to take a look, and exclaims, “Woah! That’s beautiful…” After a long pause, she says, “I wish that life was always this peaceful…” A tear trickles down her cheek. “Me too, mama…” Alessandro says holding onto her tender fingers. “Alessandro, promise me that someday, amidst the chaos, you will find your calm…And that you will live life differently…You might not understand what I mean right now, but someday you will…You know maybe settle somewhere far away on an island where you work on a hobby that you discover is right for you…Away from this lifestyle…” Bella says with a glow in her eyes. Alessandro says, “I promise that I will.” Bella didn’t have hopes that the promise would last, she knew how ruthless t
“I got the tattoo when I was twenty-five years old, it is in honor of my parents. My mother always taught me to be tender, and gentle like flowers while my father taught me to be sharp and dangerous like swords,” Alessandro tells Amber with closed eyes. “So, your father is the sword, and the flowers symbolize your mother,” Amber breathes into his chest.“Yes, Amber,” he kisses her head saying, “And now, you’re my flower.” She whispers, “And you’re my sword.” The rays of the sun kiss the floor of their room, and their heavy eyelids open. They remain entangled in one another’s arms for a long time until they decide to head back home. Then, they head to their respective areas of work; guns and brushes.Two days go by in a breeze, and Sunday arrives. They board the flight and head to Canoli Islands.The white and elegant theme of the place is pleasing. The event takes place in an open-to-sky layout with waiters and waitresses serving expensive champagne, and the artists being complimente