Alessandro Maurizio (FLASHBACK)"Alessandro!" I groaned in irritation as I heard Patrizio yell out my name a few seconds before he poked his head inside my room without knocking."Learn how to knock," I threw a pillow at him, which he dodged skillfully. I was kind of happy that I had extra company in the house (don't get me wrong, there were a lot of men in the house, but none of which were my age) but sometimes, he could be a serious pain in the ass.Pat rolled his eyes, not bothered. He was lucky I wasn't fond of using my gun — my padre had gotten it for me for my thirteenth birthday. "Sir said it's time for training."Another groan escaped my lips. None of us were exactly enthusiastic about training, but he never complained about it because he wanted to please my padre. He didn't want the fact that my father brought him in to be a waste. He didn't want to be a liability. He wanted to be an asset.That was a good idea on his part, but it usually made my padre compare us. Eventuall

Alessandro Maurizio~•~I didn't regret killing Francesco Luciano; the eldest of the Luciano brothers.What I did regret was not doing it fast enough.Technically, it had been a combined effort, impulsive as well. As instructed by his father, Francesco had chosen my mother and he didn't waste any second in killing her. Someone had screamed; I didn't know if it was from me, my dad, or Patrizio, but the next thing that happened - which I could barely comprehend at this moment - was that I and Pat whipped out our guns simultaneously and shot at the same time, so technically, we didn't know who exactly killed Franc.All hell had broken loose after that.It had ended in a gunfight that killed my father and injured Mr. Luciano.Till today, I didn't know how I and Pat were able to survive that since we were greatly outnumbered, but we did. And that was why I worked very hard to build our family to the top, recruited and trained men both in Chicago and Italy, so nothing of that sort would re

Alessandro Maurizio~•~"Il giorno in cui ho portato Jordan al Castello Sforzesco di Milano, quando mi hanno sparato, hai parlato con qualcuno degli uomini qui a Chicago?" (The day I took Jordan out to the Castello Sforzesco back in Milan, when I got shot, did you talk to any of the men here in Chicago?)"Wow, ciao anche a te, capo," Lorenzo said sarcastically, but I wasn't in the mood to joke around. It had been a few days since the incident with the bomb and while a lot of us came out unscathed, we lost a few men. (Wow, hello to you too, boss.)I was angry at myself for not realizing sooner that it could have been a trap. If I had, we wouldn't have buried over ten men. I didn't like thinking too much about it and I knew if I didn't act fast, I was going to lose more men. All these while, I'd been trying to draw them out and wait for them to strike. Not anymore."Rispondi alla mia domanda, Enzo." (Answer my question, Enzo.)He must've sensed the seriousness in my voice because he im

Jordan Miller~•~It was almost a week later and it was an absolute hell living with Romano and his 'family'. He still claimed to love me, and he still didn't trust me because he strongly believed that I was in love with Alessandro and would do anything to go back to him. I tried not to think too much about how accurate that was. Rather, I tried not to think about if it was accurate or not.I did care about Alessandro; I'd accepted that. I was attracted to him; that was from the very beginning. Maybe, I liked him just a tiny bit. But saying that I loved him? That was most likely a stretch, right?I rounded up showering and got dressed in casual wear. Luciano had gotten me some clothes. At first, I wanted to prove a point by not wearing any of them, but I couldn't stay in what I was kidnapped with forever. Most of the clothes he got me were a size too small and they accentuated every shape on my body. I was certain he did it on purpose because the next batch of clothes he got were als

Jordan Miller~•~I hadn't tried to escape, which meant Romano was trusting me with my freedom a little more each day.I was allowed to walk around the house, which meant I made use of the opportunity to memorize the layout, but I was careful not to cross paths with Vince. That man wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet between my eyes.I was even more friendly with Romano. I let him hold me while we slept, but he hadn't tried to go any further. I was grateful for that.Almost every day, they had a meeting of some sort. I was certain they were planning something, but I didn't know what. It was incredibly frustrating. The only thing I had was a key and a map of the house in my memory and they were proving to be useless. I wanted to talk to Maya again. She wasn't keen on escaping the last time we did, but she had been here longer than I'd been and she was sort of close to Vince when it came to proximity, so she could be of great help.I was walking past the hallway when a door sud