บททั้งหมดของ MAFIA'S DOMINANT LOVE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Alyssa Russo POV“And I will kill him regardless,” Alessandro spits at me.Dante, behind me, laughs. “See, Alyssa? No matter how many times he calls you amore, he’s still just a de Rossi. He’s a fucking monster. He didn’t even want to marry you for anything except to kidnap you.”I turn. “What?”Dante nods at Alessandro, who has gone stock still behind me. “He didn’t give a fuck about honoring that contract from our parents. He doesn’t want to be part of our family. He wanted to hurt us, Alyssa, and he knew that the only way to do that was to kidnap you and use you as leverage to hurt us.”“Dante,” I say, admonishing him. “How could you possibly know that?”He snorts, and a fleck of blood flies onto the concrete. “How could you possibly think otherwise? Don’t be a fucking idiot, sis.”I blink. “Are you calling me stupid?” “You are if you think a de Rossi would actually love you,” Dante spits.I shut my eyes.It’s not like I married Alessandro for any less savory reasons. There’s zero

Kenan MacDonald scoffs. “As if I’d tell you. Bitch Queen.”He straightens and puts his phone back in his pocket. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that should one of you assholes decide to be a hero, you’ll fuckin’ regret it. You’ll live to see everyone you want die,and I’ll laugh on your graves. Except yours.” He turns to point to me. “On your grave, I’ll fuck the wife I was promised.”With that, the Irish gang leader turns. He nods at the guards who still have their guns trained on him.And he walks out of my driveway. XXXAlyssa Russo POVI’m tied to a bed.It’s the only thing that I can recognize at the moment. I’m tied to a bed, my head hurts like the devil, and I’m wearing something that itches like crazy.I moan. “Jesus,” I mutter. “What happened?”“Good morning, beauty,” a voice with a lilting accent says.My eyes snap open.My head is pulsing with pain, and I grimace against it, but there’s a man at the edge of the bed.A man in a colorful shirt wearing pants with a tactical belt on it.

Alessandro de Rossi POVThe smile Enzo has is genuine. “Just like I taught her.”“You taught Alyssa how to knife fight?” I ask quietly. I’m not shocked. I’ve met Alyssa, and while she is small, she is fierce.Especially when she is threatened.“Sure did,” Enzo says.I swear in Italian.Soon, the source of the noise appears. At the top of the substantial staircase on the landing to the second floor, the Irishman appears.Kenan MacDonald’s eyes are wild. He’s shirtless and bleeding, and by the looks of it, he’s been bleeding for quite some time.The blood is a dark, gelatinous color, and his face is pale enough that I have a suspicion he’s lost quite a lot of blood.“Where’s my wife, Irishman,” I snap.Kenan makes a noise like a bull. “You,” he snarls.He begins to run down the stairs.The simultaneous noise of three weapons being cocked echoes through the loud atrium, and he freezes midway down the steps.For the first time, it seems, he notices the people with me. “The fuck are you doi

I look at my twin. “Would you like to be told that you’re a parent?”“No,” she shakes her head. “But I’m not you.”I tilt my head. “What does that mean?”Amara sighs. “Alessandro, you’re basically built for this. You’ve always wanted to be a family man. More than anyone I’ve ever known.”I nod. I have been thinking of this as well. “Amara… if all goes well, I may want to spend some time with Anne and Alyssa. Would you… be willing to step in for me? Should that be the case?”Amara’s smile illuminates her face like a ray of sun. “I would be honored, brother.”Alyssa comes back to find me a few hours later. “We need to go to the doctor.”My heart feels like it’s in my throat and I nearly knock over a chair when I rise. “What’s wrong?”“Her fever. It’s up to 104, and there’s a rash on her chest.”“Is that bad?” I can feel the panic clawing at my chest. Is Anne going to be alright? I will call every doctor in the state. I turn and punch in the doctor’s number.“Alessandro.” Alyssa puts her

Joemar Russo’s POVI’m great at two things—winning and fucking.Depends on the day, but I always take my skill set seriously when it comes to women and my career, and my secret Mafia dealings. I go big, especially when screwing up my life, when my sister Alyssa, Dante and Enzo Russo were gone with my life, my secret life. “Good job, Russo.” Jansen Chavez’s voice breaks through my thoughts. Good is relative, I suppose, but Saint Elise Racing’s race engineer isn’t bad for my ego.To be the best again, I need to get my head off how I just fucked up. And per the last team meeting, I need to sport a “sunny disposition” when I come off the track for the owners’ benefit. Apparently, my bad moods aren’t good for business.Sunny and losing aren’t synonymous, and getting overtaken on the last corner pushed me into seventh position on the grid tomorrow. “Fucking hell.”“Bring her around, Russo,” Jansen instructs over the radio. As my race engineer with Saint Elise Racing, I give him the respect