Semua Bab OMERTÀ: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alfredo Fabri POV They say you never get over your first love and I'm not one to stick to these kinds of things. But in that moment, when a pound of adrenaline rushed through my veins as I hurried briskly towards the door of the restaurant, there was no other plausible explanation other than the mere fact that I still had undeniable feelings for Lex, even after all these years.There were Silent Chapters to our story that I knew sooner or later would have to be revisited. That was one of the major reasons I'd asked her out on a date. I wanted to clear the air on some things. I hated the way I was feeling. I felt helpless, pitiable and pathetic, all of which were feelings which made me feel as though I were a weak Man. A quality that I was void of in all ramifications. Rizzo had boldy pulled the first trigger, and the only way to show that I'd gotten his message was to respond accordingly.I silently prayed that Lex was fine. I couldn't spot anyone on arriving at the lot of the restau

Alexandra Dellarosa’s POVI stared, answerless, as I held his buzzing phone in my grasp. He continued to try reaching for it as he drove, sending us moving in different directions as the steering deemed fit. I held it away and out the window, his eyes darkening at the unspoken threat. I looked at the device, buzzing in my hand at top speed, a few meters from the ground and reached for the power button to shut it down. With the phone turned off, I brought my hand back inside the car, throwing it in the car pocket beside my seat. I turned to him, tension palpable in the air. I mean, if anyone could read me, it would be him. I had to play extremely safe if I was going to hide this from him, which was proving incredibly difficult with his leg unrelenting from the gas pedal. His foot unrelenting, he drove on, not giving me a single glance. The car jolted forward, staying in that position as I watched, petrified. He continued to speed up, his eyes trained on the straight road before him, n

Alexandra Dellarosa's POV I sat, nuzzled in sheets staring out into the open space, lights off. The white, poofy fabric felt soft under my touch , the color pushing past the darkness to my sight. He'd been out quite the while now, way too long. I was waiting for him. Obviously. I wanted explanations. "He definitely knew something about what happened at the restaurant. At least much more than I did. For chrissakes, he'd barely even showed up. It wouldn't surprise me if he had some kind of hand in all of this. Had he brought me here to torment me in some twisted sort of way? Was that what all of this was? Some big joke?"At that thought, the door clicked open, letting him in. He was silent, probably already assuming I had fallen asleep, to avoid waking me up. Avoid waking me up and addressing the matter at hand. Typical. “Turn on the lights.” I said, loud enough that I knew he'd hear it. I adjusted myself, placing myself comfortably enough on the headboard as I waited for him to do a

Alexandra Dellarosa’s POVI ran my hands through my hair, flipping through the pages of my third book this morning. Reading was really not the activity I was craving at the moment. I felt like sunlight and hot sand, nursing a cool cocktail between my fingers. You know, something fun.I groaned, flipping the pages regardless, struggling to make sense of the words. I missed my phone. Mindless scrolling sounded wonderful right now. Unbelievably so. My eyes darted to the side table, motionless beside me. The card. That voice. My mind awash with thoughts, I moped, staring at the piece of wood like it held my entire future in its drawers. Should I call him? What would I even say?Let’s not even get to the fact that I wasn’t entirely sure how legitimate the contact information even was. For all I knew, it could’ve been some random number, completely unrelated to anything I was looking for. And yet, there I was, sitting in suffocating silence, stressing over whether or not to dial what could

Alfredo Fabri's POV I pushed through the large doors, and the casino lights hit me like a slap to the face, bright and relentless. My eyes squinted against the glare, adjusting to the chaotic blur of flashing colors and shifting shadows. Of all places, he had chosen this one. Of course, he had. It made sense in a way, luck seemed to be the only thing he truly trusted, and this was where he felt most at ease. I couldn’t fault him for that.After all, I had my own safe spaces, my own corners where comfort kept me grounded. But this? This place unsettled me. Too loud, too crowded, too unpredictable. Still, I swallowed my discomfort and pressed on. The last thing I wanted was to stir up tension over something as trivial as a meeting spot. If there was ever a time to avoid pointless conflict, it was now. I wasn’t ready for sparks to fly over nothing, at least, not yet.The room pulsed with energy, a vibrant blend of motion and sound. Bright lights danced overhead, glinting off polished ta