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Chapter 44: Gifting The Gifted
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My Mafia Man Chapter 45: Serendipity
Amber's pov: “That day in Canoli, was it for the cafe that you had stepped out claiming that it was work?” I ask him. “Mhm,” he responds as he stretches out on the chair. His back muscles contract and relax which makes me twitch. “Alessandro…” I say it with an accent, and his head instantly turns around to face me. “What did I tell you last time, Mrs. Bianchi?” He questions as he shuts his laptop down. I walk up to him and prevent him from getting up by sitting down on his lap. “My turn,” I whisper in his ear as I blindfold him. I lead him down the stairs and position him right in front of the cake. Then, I say, “Open it…” He does and his lips curl into a smile as he looks at the cake. “What’s this for?” He questions. “Yeah right like you don’t know…” I gesture with my hands. “I don’t, Amber,” he says smiling at me, “Maybe you should tell me.” I walk close to him, and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “Happy birthday, Alessandro…” He uses his index finger to swipe some
My Mafia Man Chapter 46: Let's Burn It Down
Amber nibbles on the side of her cheek as she recalls the incident in her head. Alessandro is concerned as her expression changes from relaxed to confused. She lets out a sigh before she says, “On the fiftieth anniversary of Rousey Art Gallery, one which my mother was affiliated with at the time, and he was the man who bought my mother’s art piece for over a hundred thousand dollars.” Alessandro found that strange considering that Dante was not interested in art…He knew that he was fond of poetry, but art was not something that Dante was too keen about.“And a few months ago, Gretchen, my stepmother, and her daughter, Sasha, they spoke about him…But I can’t recall what they said since I never paid attention to all the men they talked about,” Amber told Alessandro. “Do you have an entrance pass for the gallery?” Alessandro asked while lost in thought. “I had it, but it’s at Pietro’s place,” Amber responds quickly, she wanted to ask Alessandro why he needed it, but she kept her mouth
My Mafia Man Chapter 47: Loud Labels
A Few Days Later “Tesoro, we’ve got an invitation to a ball,” Alessandro tells Amber who is busy typing on her laptop. “When is it?” Amber asks him without taking her eyes off the screen. “On Saturday,” he says scanning the invite. “We should pick Bee up, she would like to attend it,” Amber’s words make Alessandro wonder how he became lucky enough to have someone as considerate as her in his life. “Yeah, you’re right,” he says right before accepting the invite. Saturday Amber walks out in a silver-colored low-cut dress that accentuates her curves. She looks at Alessandro’s gaze, and asks, “See something you like?” He nods before coming closer and kissing her as he says, “You look beautiful.” He puts on a suit. A classic fit; white shirt with black coat and pants with a silver tie to match Amber’s attire. Amber’s eyes remain fixated on him before she says, “Mhm, I may be partial, but you will be the most handsome man in the hall tonight.” “Sometimes, it's good to be partial,” he
My Mafia Man Chapter 48: Her
“Your father made my father kiss his feet when he defeated him, but he was kind enough to let go of me as I was just a child, that was a huge mistake. And now, you will pay for it,” Santino said as he marched towards Alessandro. The members grabbed Amber by the arm, pulled her out of the room, and dropped her on the marble floor, a few meters away from Alessandro, whose eyes were bloodshot. “Kneel!” Santino growled. Alessandro scoffed. Santino shot his arm and said, “The next bullet won’t be for you.” Alessandro looked at Amber’s bright eyes, the light in them was slowly fading away. Alessandro kneeled before Santino. “Look at you, so helpless for this woman. The whole of the millions who are under you cannot save you from her. She has you wrapped around your fingers.” “I know that members of your family are standing outside, surrounding this place, one word from you and I’m as good as dead meat, but she’s at stake. Do you get it?” Santino taps himself on the back. “For a capo of
My Mafia Man Chapter 49: Spitting Fire
The Next Morning “Alessandro, hurry up, the art gallery opens in half an hour,” Amber shakes his broad shoulders with her hands. “I thought we were training today…” Alessandro yawns through his words. “We were, but in case you forgot, you got shot yesterday, so let’s do something a little more relaxing,” Amber tells him as she packs her backpack. Alessandro rubs his eyes and looks at her. “Don’t forget the condoms,” he winks at her. She rolls her eyes saying, “I’ll take them, but that is not going to happen.” Alessandro chuckles and gets in the shower. Amber bites her bottom lip thinking about yesterday, his hands pinning her to the wall, his head buried in the crook of her neck, their bodies moving in rhythm… “Amber, wash those dirty thoughts away,” Alessandro tells her as he enters the room, dripping wet hair, his lower half covered with a towel. “How can I when you look like that?” She smirks at him taking baby steps in his direction. “Amber, we’re going to be late,” he warns
My Mafia Man Chapter 50: Sweet Like Ciccio
Alessandro’s pov: I wake up to her every day, but every day is not enough, I need more. I’ve never believed in soulmates, but I know that she’s mine. Her bright browns hidden by her eyelids, her plump lips pressed together, and her hair all over me. I chuckle to myself thinking about last night. “Alessandro, art gallery,” she brushes my cheek with her thumb, her eyes still closed and my heart flutters with joy. “Yes, Tesoro, let’s go,” I kiss her knuckles. Five Hours Later “I want this to become our daily regime. Us going to either an art gallery or a shooting center every morning, spend time together till lunch, and then, head to our workplaces,” I tell her as I drop her off at her art gallery. “Me too,” she kisses me from outside the car, from the glass which is rolled down. “Deal, then?” I ask, holding out my hand like she had when we were signing the contract. “Deal!” She shakes my hand enthusiastically. Then, she turns on her heels and walks away into her abode of heaven.
My Mafia Man Chapter 51: Pitiful Wretch
The Next MorningAlessandro’s pov:“Amber,” I rub her back, “We’ve got to train today.” She mutters, “I’ll join you in five.” I head to the training center and set up the painting that I made recently. It is my attempt at painting guns and brushes…It looks okay. I let out a sigh.She enters in her attire, and she gasps at the painting. I utter, “It isn’t the best, but I gave my best.” She examines every detail while she traces her lips with her index finger. It feels like a teacher evaluating my exam paper.After she’s done, she looks at me and says, “It’s perfect.” I roll my eyes and scoff. “Perfect doesn’t look like that,” I let her know. “No, Alessandro, the imperfections make it perfect. You told me that you gave it your best, I’m proud of you!” She smiles at me tenderly. “Tesoro, this is what I was up to when you accused me of walking into the bathroom with blood stains on my shirt,” I tell her as I select a gun. “I never accused you,” she picks up a gun of her choice, “So it wa
My Mafia Man Chapter 52: Fuel Pouring Out The Barrel
Alessandro’s pov: “Okay,” I mutter, “Who’s the other person?” I question with a relaxed expression. “Okay?” Harlow snarls. “Yes, okay,” I repeat. Dante points to the other guard holding the chit. He hands it to Harlow. “Dante. Dante Jovie,” Harlow hisses. Dante’s torn lips and broken teeth smile at me. I don’t waste a single second shoving the gun down Dante’s throat before pulling the trigger. As the blood pours out, I feel anger gushing through my veins. Pietro. That bastard. Harlow is scanning the written pages with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What is it?” My concern cannot be hidden. “Nothing,” he doesn't even take a second to look at me. I scoff and snatch the papers from his hand. It reads: Alessandro, there’s a video on my phone…One that Pietro sent about a week ago. I’m surprised as to how fate works its magic. If I never received this video, then the truth would’ve never been revealed to you, my boy. I might’ve betrayed your father, but I have been loyal to you…I kno
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