All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FIFTY-TWOIsabelle had not expected to smile at his dry attempt at cracking a joke but she did anyway. There was no Luciano, just her and Alessandro and for some reason, it felt right this way. She held his gaze on her for minutes, there was no talking—just silence and intense staring.Probably because she didn't know what to say or how to react. She couldn't even remember all the things she had said earlier, and she struggled with her mind to remember them all. “Considering how annoying you can be, it’s not surprising that even death couldn't keep you,” Alessandro continued, his hand cupping her chin softly letting it feel like a caress to her skin. Isabelle swallowed. She wasn’t used to this new sarcastic Alessandro that thrived on dry humor. It felt so surprising and unfamiliar at the same time. She didn't respond to the comment he made, instead she pointed towards the jar of water indicating that she was thirsty.Alessandro didn't say anything but proceeded in pouring her a glass

FIFTY-FOURIt's been days since the screaming and cursing in the hospital…days since she last saw Alessandro. And something told her it wasn't coincidental, that it was very much intentional but she didn't have enough evidence to back it up. Everyone had been so nice to her since she arrived. The chefs, the housekeepers, Tia and Alessandro’s men which includes Marco, Sergei the jerk heads. Things were really confusing when it came to Luciano and herself but, he also treated her nice too.They referred to her strictly as Mrs Moretti and not Isabelle like she would have preferred. And for some reason she felt like this was all her annoying husband’s doing. Not like she didn't like being addressed as Mrs Moretti, she just didn't want the formal aura around her. Well, she wasn't going to stop correcting them until they finally decided on calling her Isabelle.Staring down at her almost invisible scars, she heaved a sigh of relief. The laser therapy and skin camouflage had really worked,

FIFTY-SIXInstantly, she made a mental note to herself, that there was no way she would let Alessandro avoid her without an explanation. And with this firm decision, she rose up from the bed. “I will have to shower quickly in order to catch up with him,” she mumbled, as she grabbed her towel and feminine essentials before heading to the bathroom. In a matter of minutes, she was all dressed up and hurriedly walked down the stairs.She checked most of the rooms she was sure of that he would be, but was highly disappointed when it turned out that he wasn't. Her last resort was to check the dining table to see, maybe…just maybe, he just might be there. She paused in her steps after running a mile down those stairs, her heart trembled when she sighted him. The realization finally hitting her in the face with full force.She struggled with her anger as the scene played out before her like it was testing her—daring her to do something about it. She didn't like this scene very much. She had

FIFTY-EIGHTDays had passed and he had kept true to his word. She didn't see him nor did she speak to him. His men and housekeepers looked at her in pity the moment they got a hint of what was going on. He had even moved into the guestroom permanently, making it clear that it was obvious that he didn't want anything to do with her.There were times she took a glance of him returning from work or leaving, but he never spared her a glance during those periods. It was like she became a stranger to him.She ate alone.She slept alone. She felt really lonely and had even begun to sneak to the library to settle herself into reading books. She had uncovered dusty boxes of newly purchased books that hadn't been shelved yet and she took it upon herself to arrange them neatly. That way, she could busy herself and get rid of the thoughts she was having for Alessandro. She had no friends but in these few days, the library had become her place of solace.Her new abstract friend. And it felt pathet

SIXTY“Good girl”She didn't have enough time to digest those words because the next second, his mouth was there—right in her core, French kissing her pussy. She arched up, and let out a loud moan. She snapped her mouth shut, remembering that it was late at night.“Sorry,” she muttered.“You don't need to be, baby.” his voice sounded muffled as he tried speaking while still going down on her. He rubbed his stubble over the soft skin of her inner thigh. His lips and chin shiny and wet, and she couldn't help but blush at the sight of her wetness all over his face. He dragged his tongue along her slit, and she gasped, while clutching at his hair, holding him in place even if it didn't look like he had any intention of going anywhere.“You're beautiful, love. And I mean everywhere,” he rasped in between swipes of his tongue. She wanted to acknowledge what he said but her speaking was halted when he squeezed her ass, lifting her higher as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs so her p