The mafia's sweet seductress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 68

Alejandro's POV I've done many horrible things in my life. Things that to the regular everyday person, would be immoral, illegal, unethical. And my actions would deem me a monster, inhumane, cruel. But it was business. Mistakes were overbrushed, dealt with and moved on. Feelings were never considered. There was no room for regrets or apologies and there was never any compassion or affection. I never thought of myself as a person who enjoyed touch. I simply hated to be touched. I didn't like people around me. The only time I would consider touching was sex. But the touches were never soft, they were harsh, never filled with any affection or compassion, just skin slapping skin that got me what I wanted. A release. But innocent touches without a clear purpose? Or if there was a purpose, it was for something deeper - below the surface. Something tender and soft. Not sexually driven, but ones out of pure endearment and warmth. Those were never even considered in my lifetime. My

Camila's POV My Alejandro smiles and opens his arms wide ushering her to run into them. Which she happily does.He catches her, lifts her off the ground and spins her around. And all I can do is stand there and watch. Watch as Alejandro's smile turns into a little smirk as he whispers something in Greta's ear discreetly. A move I wouldn't have caught had I not been watching them so closely. I would have also missed the way Greta's cheeks warm into a blush, the color tinting her pale cheeks beautifully."How are you, princess?" He smiles and places a peck on her lips.And that's when everything crumbles. My face drops and I find myself blinking back tears. I was his princess not her. And infront of me?An awful mix of sadness and rage seep into my pores but I let the latter take over, for I couldn't stand anymore sadness.Sadness was the only constant in my life these past few days. I had been feeling particularly alone and down and Alejandro's absence wasn't helping.Ethan's been

Camila's POV I wasn't someone who got stage fright. Crowds didn't make me nervous, in fact- I liked the attention. Performances were just between my music and I. But I'd be lying if I said the thought of Alejandro watching didn't make me anxious. So anxious that I couldn't do any of my pre-performance rituals. Instead, I was glued to my dressing room chair, applying my lipstick and making sure I looked absolutely perfect for my performance. I was going to be doing a solo, which meant that I was going to have all his attention. Would he think I looked beautiful? Would he think I was any good? Would I lift my head and catch his eye mid performance? Would he then smile at me?I couldn't stop thinking about these scenarios. I'd think myself to be pathetic if I weren't so distracted by the excitement of him seeing me play. I hadn't talked to him after telling him I'd reserve him a seat, and when it was time to go home, he'd disappeared with Greta.Marco had mentioned how they were

Camila's POV "Cosa mi hai appena detto?" His voice is low as he speaks calmly, but it's clear the calmness in his tone is masking the anger beneath. (What did you just say to me?)"Leave him alone." I spit glaring at his back. Alejandro turns around, his icy gaze finding mine, and his face scrunched up in a look of pure anger. One that I had yet to see, and had it not been for my anger towards him, I would've been frightened. I want to take a step back but I don't. I stay rooted to my spot as he takes a slow threatening step forward towards me. "I come home from a long day of chasing after a blonde lunatic-" another step and I start to feel his suffocatingly intimidating aura engulf me. "Only to find out that you left and still have yet to return-" His jaw ticks with each word and his gaze is so piercing, I'm surprised he hasn't drilled a hole straight through my skull. "And you're here, telling me to stop?" He spits the last sentence, his face scrunching up and it doesn't take a