LOGINFIVE
‘A coward!’ her mental voice criticized. That was what she felt like at this moment.She couldn't kill her own enemy. Coward. The gunshot she had fired sent some of Alessandro’s men coming down the basement. They looked up at where the gunshot had been shot and back at her. Marco rushed towards her and grabbed the gun from her hand. Alessandro hadn't moved a bit. “Take her to one of the empty rooms.Let Tia know that she'll be staying there for now.I need her out of that wedding dress,” he ordered. “Boss,she just attempted to kill you.Don't tell me you're going to let her get away with it,” Luciano stated. Alessandro returned his statement with a deadly glare. That was enough for him to step back. “She's a coward.She can't pull a trigger,” he mocked,fixing his stare back at her. “Luciano I don't want you anywhere near her at the moment.Our goods should be arriving any moment…go to the factory and check things out” Alessandro ordered,he knew how blood thirsty,Luciano,could be. And that was why he was in charge of negotiations as well as legitimate and illegal deals.His face alone scared the hell out of whoever he negotiated with. He always had his way of making them agree to his terms.Although Luciano always had a way of making Alessandro regret keeping him alive. Once out of anger,he had chopped off the finger of one of their clients because he had refused his terms. But Luciano being his cousin was his saving grace. Alessandro watched as they grabbed her and led her out of the basement with her crying,screaming and kicking. God! She was getting on his nerves. Maybe he should just kill her.That way,he wouldn't be saddled with the responsibility of a stubborn woman. Amber colour of eyes. Auburn hair colour. Just like a perfect firecracker,she might just drive him crazy. But he'll ruin her,before she does. “Don Alessandro,your father has arrived,” a maid said,interrupting his thoughts. He waved his hand at her to signal that she had been dismissed. Groaning in irritation,he left the basement. As Alessandro walked through the hallway,he could hear his father’s loud voice signaling his arrival. The moment he stepped into the large sitting room,his father opens up his arms as he approaches him. “mio figlio.” He smiled widely. Alessandro struggled to release a smile too and accepted his embrace. They had never been close. But he was his father regardless. They pull out from the embrace,almost too quick,deciding to sit opposite each other. “So how is business?” “Good.” Alessandro responded,he was clearly bored by his father’s choice of conversation each time he decided to visit. “I’ve heard you've got Giovanni’s daughter.Is that true?” As usual,he always came with a known motive. “Yes” “How did you kill her?” his response rather too direct. Alessandro shook his head and sipped from the wine he had been served earlier. “ I haven't killed her” Don Antonio frowns at him. “But you're going to kill her,right?” “ No!” Alessandro responded firmly,struggling to keep his annoyance from his tone. “No? No! We have Giovanni’s fucking daughter at our tip and you haven't killed her yet.Fuck it! You are not even planning on killing her too.You must be going soft,Alessandro,” his father cautioned angrily. Alessandro gripped the wine glass in anger,as his knuckles turned white and the glass almost on the verge of shattering. His relationship with his father was so messed up that he couldn't tell him that— He had not expected Giovanni’s daughter to be this beautiful. He had not expected her to intrigue him the way she did. He had not expected anything from her at all. But yet,she was all that. Trying so hard to calm himself down,he sipped from the wine.He knew himself,if he dealt with his father the way the rage bottled up within him wanted. Don Antonio would be a dead man. “She’s mine.I alone get to decide what I do with her!” “Are you planning on turning her to your personal whore? If that's the plan,then fuck the senses out of her and then you kill her.You're Alessandro Moretti after all.You can get as many whores as you like” Alessandro looked at his father intently,his eyes filled with fury. “I said,I will fucking do to her what I want to do with her.A whore or not,it's not your fucking business” *** He needed a fucking release,which was why he had ordered Mabel over. She was one of his personal whores. Always ready to please him,allowing him dominate her. And obeying his number one rule… ‘No touching him’ He gripped her hair tightly and pushed her mouth in without mercy,to take more of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned. Mabel knew just how to pleasure him with her mouth.She tried allowing her hands roam to his chest,but he gripped it way too fast and pushed it off him. As she sucked and played with his balls,only one woman haunted his thoughts. And suddenly it seemed like she was the one down on him. Those pouty lips that never shut up.Those full cheeks. How would it feel if she was the one taking his long hard cock right now? And he would have to fuck her senseless…so senseless that she would never dare to raise a gun at him. He was sure she would suck him so good. Or she would do her best or choke trying. A groan rolls up his throat. Or she would beg him…beg him for more of his cock. Her throat would constrict around him.Her eyes staring at him,with tears rolling down her cheeks wondering if her punishment would ever end. Fear in her expression wondering if he would ever let her breathe. If he'll give her a break or if he'll shove his dick all the way down. With that final thought,pleasure rumbled beneath his chest.His orgasm tearing through him,as he splashes his cum on Mabel. She licks it all up as she always does. With his head still bent back and his mind still processing the woman he had been thinking of. A knock is heard at the door. Desperate knocks. “Don Alessandro.We can't find her anymore.She's gone,” a female voice cries out. Anger enveloped him and pleasure is forgotten immediately. “I should have killed her!”AUTHOR’S NOTE I seriously can't believe that we've come to the end of Alessandro and Isabelle's journey. Trust me when I say that I would be lying if I say that I'm not emotional right now. It’s been an amazing journey with this two. It was really hard trying to get the two of them together because every time, they'll always find a way to piss each other off—LOL! But we did it. The Ruthless Don and his firecracker finally did it. They gave up their ego and admitted their feelings, something we saw even before they did. Regardless, I'm thrilled at what a journey it has been and I hope you are too. Nevertheless, this is not an absolute goodbye to our lovely couple. We will be getting sneak peeks of them in the other books of the Mafia Ruthless Series. Okay, now time for the big announcement! CAN YOU GUESS WHOSE BOOK IS NEXT?👀 Drum rolls please… I don't know if you guessed right, but if you did, then bravo! Because it's Luciano’s book next. Yes, you heard me right. The cold,
EPILOGUE It was raining heavily—too heavy to be precise. Isabelle stood outside her gallery, her eyes darting from her phone to the approaching vehicles along the street, hoping that one of them would eventually be her husband, Alessandro. Husband? Husband! She felt really good when that title came to her head. Like really, really good. A faint blush crept to her cheeks when she caught a glimpse of an oncoming Rolls-Royce. Alessandro was here. She would have run into the rain to meet up with him first, but she had a lot of important files in her hand and she didn't want any wet. And Alessandro would have surely scolded her if she did. He has been extra protective with her since they got married, and since the birth of their son, Leonardo, who was now a year old. A carbon copy of Alessandro too. All menace and trouble even though the little boy couldn't speak properly. Alessandro on the other hand was already planning how training sessions with Leonardo would go. He always sp
ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-ONE Isabelle woke up to the sunlight spilling across the suite, and to the realization that today was the day. The day she would officially become Alessandro’s wife… willingly. It was a matter of choice this time around. This time she was the one choosing… the one choosing her happiness. Her stomach fluttered not because she was nervous, but with a warm kind of anticipation she has never felt before. Today wasn't just a wedding, it was the day she would bind her heart—her life—to a man who once terrified her, then loved her so fiercely it remade her completely. Sophia sat cross-legged on the bed beside her, already drinking champagne. “Morning, princess,” Sophia said, squinting dramatically. “You're glowing.” Isabelle laughed, one hand smoothing over the curve of her stomach. “I feel like I'm glowing.” “You are marrying the Don of La Cosa Nostra,” Sophia reminded her with a grin on her face. “Most brides get butterflies. You get bodyguards and a guest lis
ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY •A week later• Isabelle stood before the mirror, her fingers trembling as Sophia fastened the last clasp of the dress. “Breathe,” Sophia whispered, stepping back to admire her work. “He’s still the same man you're in love with. And if he doesn't collapse when he sets his eyes on you, bets on him that he's not human.” Isabelle let out a small laugh. “No one’s gonna collapse and he's human.” She smoothed her palms down the fabric—a dark cherry silk that looked like it was made just for her curves. The dress hugged her waist way too perfectly and coupled with the thigh high slit, she looked different—exactly like someone going on a date with a powerful man. Sophia brushed a loose curl behind Isabelle's ear. “You're glowing,” she murmured. Isabelle hesitated for a bit. “I hope he notices.” “Oh, trust me,” Sophia snorted. “Alessandro notices everything about you.” Sophia walked towards the window when they both heard a screeching sound outside. “Oh my good
ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE “I'm dripping all over your car,” Isabelle announced, covering her face with her palm. “It’s our car and that's one of the reasons why I wanted to drive you,” he responded, eyes on the road. “You didn't even give me time to explian to Derek, he'll think the worst of me now. What sort of woman am I? I went on a date with a guy and I made out with someone else.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, “I don't care what he thinks. He's not good for you. Now, he knows that.” “He was actually nice to me,” she informed him. “Isabelle… do you want him to die?” He asked, his expression grim. “What?… wait … what are you?... Don't tell me you want to kill him.” “I would, if you keep talking about him like that.” She kept mute, her eyes squeezing shut even tighter, as if to block out the reality of what they just did. And the fact that she enjoyed it. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed they weren't heading to her apartment. “Where are we go
ONE-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHTLord, this felt so good.She couldn't push him away, her hands were doing quite the opposite. One moment she was here with Derek and the next moment, she was in Alessandro’s arms, kissing him, melting into the warmth of his body. One hand on his shirt, and the other played with his hair, with her—grinding against him. Their tongues lashed against each other's as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Like they needed all the time in the world to explore themselves.Alessandro pressed his body into her, specifically his lower body, wanting her to feel just how turned on he was. And she could feel it, she could every inch of his hard cock.“Alessandro…” she moaned into his mouth, tugging him closer.“If he had kissed you, I would have killed him,” he admitted, pulling his mouth away from her, panting like he just ran miles. “I've wanted to do that since I saw you in those bloody damn tights.”She was panting too, and her body wailed at the lack of conta



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