บททั้งหมดของ The Rossi Brothers II — Adriano: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Alexandra.He knows me better than anyone, and sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.He placed his hand tenderly on my cheek. “What’s wrong, baby? You can tell me if that bastard hurt you. You know I’m going to hunt his ass down if that’s the case.” His words pulled a smile from me.He knows how to brighten my mood.“I don’t want to talk about that or him,” I said, meeting his gaze.“What do you want, my precious?” he asked.“I want to make him pay for everything he has done to me, but all I want right now is to let it go and enjoy my peace.” My thoughts were conflicting; one moment I wanted to find him, to torture him until he understands the pain he has inflicted on me for so long. But the next minute, all I wanted to do was enjoy this peace—my newfound happiness.“Anything you want, baby girl. I’m here for you,” he whispered, cupping both of my cheeks.I love how much this man loves me; he’s ready to set everything aside and be with me.“Are you willing to do any

Alexandra. I stared at Adriano as he took his time to say whatever he wanted to tell me. “Is something wrong?” I asked, but he shook his head. “Is this about you? About us? Are you dying?” Fear gripped me like never before. I couldn’t imagine my life without him by my side. The thought sent a chill down my spine. He pulled back to look at me properly, scowling. “Why would you think I’m dying? Do I look like someone who could drop dead any moment?” His question elicited a smile from me. He looked healthy and strong—definitely not someone who seemed on the verge of dying. But with the nature of his job, it was hard to shake off the worry of something bad happening. “No, but you’re scaring me,” I responded honestly. His silence was driving my imagination wild. “That’s not going to happen, baby. I’m not dying.” I let out a relieved sigh. “So, what is it that you want to tell me?” He hesitated again, taking his time to find the right words. I watched him open his mouth, the

Alexandra. I’ve never killed anyone before, but the urge to leave this place and hunt for my uncle is overwhelming. I hate him so much that it hurts.I can’t help but wonder what my parents must have done to him to make him hate them so deeply. He killed them because he wanted the company—the wealth, the fame, and the power that came with it. He didn’t hesitate to kill his own brother, his own blood, to achieve it. All he wanted was the power that accompanied being the leader, but he wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy it.I will make sure of that. He won’t be alive to see the one thing he fought so hard for. Killing my parents wasn’t his only crime; he was also responsible for my grandpa’s death. Grandpa died mysteriously in his sleep three days before my parents were killed; that was no coincidence. It was a well-strategized plan.Since discovering his involvement in my parents' deaths, I’ve been obsessed with finding various ways to torture him without killing him. I want his death

Alexandra. I am okay. Everything will be fine, Alexandra. That’s what I kept telling myself as my breathing became calm. I blinked and looked up at Adriano, whose face was filled with worry. “Are you okay?” he asked, and I licked my lips before nodding. “I… I’m fine. I’m going to be fine.” “Are you sure?” he pressed, rubbing my back so tenderly that I felt compelled to lean into his hold. “Look, we don’t have to go inside if you’re not comfortable with this—” I cut him off by shaking my head. “I’m fine, Adriano. I can do this. There’s no need to be scared.” He was here with me, and I knew that as long as he was by my side, nothing would happen to me. His eyebrow raised in a way that told me he wasn’t pleased with my answer. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t mind rescheduling this meeting; we can do it at the end of the fucking month or year. I don’t care.” I smiled at him and cupped his cheeks. “I can do this, Adriano. Besides, I know that with you by my side,

Adriano. The air was tense, as it should be. Every single man in this room was a potential danger to my woman, and I was determined to protect her from any threat. So far, none of them had revealed their true colors—except the youngest, who couldn’t seem to stop glaring at Alexandra and running his mouth. It took every ounce of restraint not to put a bullet in his head or maybe through his mouth. I hated the way he looked down on her. The oldest man had been trying to catch Alexandra’s attention, though he hadn’t done anything outright objectionable yet. Still, something about the way he carried himself set off alarm bells in my mind. He was a threat, and despite the bullshit of not knowing how to meet her for the past ten years, my instincts told me he was fully aware of his actions. My instincts don’t lie. The mother, or perhaps the wife, had yet to acknowledge any of us; her main focus was the food in front of her since we all took our seats. Romanov… well, Romanov was just