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(Alessio's POV) "He told me he likes me," her words echoed in my ears a thousand times as I marched towards wherever Angelo might be. What gives him the right to say those words to my woman? I knew this would happen— Which was why I had told her to stay clear of him, but she kept insisting they were just friends. I had to let it slide because I wanted to make her happy, only for me to find out he confessed his feelings for her. Something I haven't even done. "Angelo!" my voice bellowed when I saw him talking to a few mobsters. His expression changed when he saw me—there was fear. Of course, he should be scared because he was about to meet death for daring to confess his feelings with that stupid mouth of his. I briskly walked up to him and pinned him harshly against the wall. The other mobsters gasped at my reaction while he was already trembling as my angry gaze bore into his. "Did... I do something wrong, Don Alessio?" he trembled, and I pinned him deeper into the wall. If

(Writer's POV) Lisa was pushed out of the car the moment it halted. She yelped when she got a scratch on her knee, but she managed to stand, entering through the gate and staring at the tall building in front of her. "I'm going to get the gun and leave before the building explodes," she muttered to herself. Just as she was about to step into the building, someone kicked her from behind. She didn’t see it coming, so she fell to the ground. Lisa tried to stand up, but another kick from the man sent her sprawling again. The man smirked and walked closer to her, attempting to stomp her with his boots, but Lisa rolled away, and he stomped the ground instead. She quickly got to her feet, and the man tried punching her, but Lisa dodged the punch, recalling every swift dodging move she had learned from Alessio. He continued aiming at her, but Lisa kept dodging his punches and kicks. Finally, she was able to flip over her shoulder. He groaned in pain, and Lisa seized the opportuni

(Alessio's POV) I caressed her hair as she lay peacefully on the hospital bed. She had so many bruises all over her, and I felt bad for every single one of them, especially her shot arm. She had gone through so much, and it was all because of me, but I was happy she was still alive. When I saw the building burning, it felt like my heart had stopped beating because I had thought she had died. If she had died, I don’t know what would have become of me, because life would have been meaningless to me. She was my source of joy, my oxygen, and my salvation. I just love her too much, and that's why I couldn’t stop thanking the heavens for being there for her. I stared at her as she slept soundly, and a smile crept across my face. She needed a good rest after what she had gone through last night. "You’re so stubborn," I muttered and smiled, caressing her hair slowly, watching her beautiful face. Ivan entered the VIP room, and my eyes shifted to him. "The Godfather is getting ready to

(Lisa's POV) A naughty smile crept onto his face after I informed him I wasn't wearing panties. "Why aren't you wearing one?" he asked as his fingers found their way under my flared short skirt, and he pinched my clit a little. I moaned softly. The kind of moan that always made him crave me. His huge length was already touching my entrance, and I couldn't wait to have his full length inside me. My pussy had already adjusted to his size, so the only thing I'd feel was the sweet pleasure of his cock. "You asked me not to wear panties, remember?" I reminded him, and a naughty smile deepened on his lips. "Yeah, I did. It seems like you only obey me when it comes to things like this," he murmured, playing with my clit under my skirt. "Alessio," I moaned, biting my lower lip, my eyes closed as I enjoyed how his fingers played with my clit. I was already so fucking wet. During the two months I trained, we didn’t really have sex, and I missed having him inside me. I'm sure h

(Alessio's POV) While enjoying my cigarette, I felt thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Just as I stepped into the kitchen, I heard Vanessa asking someone over the phone what she should do. It was surprising to see a cellphone in her hand; I had given them strict instructions not to have any cellphones. I didn't trust any of them, which is why I made an order that they shouldn't have cellphones with them. They only go home to see their families once a year, and they are always taken out of the house unconscious and brought back unconscious when it was time to return to work. "Who are you talking to?" I asked her from behind. Recognizing my voice, she gasped and dropped her phone to the ground. "Boss... Alessio," she stammered as she turned to face me. I walked closer to her and picked up the phone from the ground. The call had already ended, and looking at the caller ID of the person she was talking to, it was saved as "Flora." "What are yo