Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALEJANDRO: The Mafia's Obsession: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alejandro walked up to the entrance of Damon Vercelli's private club guarded by statuesque men in designer suits, their eyes hidden behind dark lenses. "ID," one of them demanded. Alejandro hesitated, his jaw moving around the bubble gum he was chewing before taking out a forged identity card and handing it over to him. The guard scanned it, his expression neutral before nodding him through as the doors swung open, and a wall of pulsing bass, laughter, expensive perfume, and whispered deals engulfed him. Inside, the club was lavish, crystal chandeliers casting fractured light around as his eyes caught sight of male dancers in nothing but briefs moving around polished poles, their hips swaying seductively to the music as they danced with lustful smiles for the men watching them. On the upper balconies, beautiful people lounged, all orbiting the gravity of one man. Damon Vercelli. The communication chip hidden inside Alejandro's ear crackled as he moved through the crowd. "You goo

‎ ‎Damon poured himself a glass of whiskey, each movement deliberate and smooth, his gaze lingering on Alejandro with a lust he made no effort to hide while his face remained chill and savage, unreadable in a way that made it worse. ‎ ‎"I like to know who's bold enough to play in my territory," he said, filling a second glass and sliding it toward Alejandro. "Most people beg for my attention. You walk in like you already own the place." ‎ ‎"I have your attention now," Alejandro replied, his hand moving the moment he slid the glass toward him, their fingers brushing briefly as he took it and Damon's gaze flickered down to the contact with a slow breathy scoff before he lifted his eyes back to his. ‎ ‎Damon hummed slowly, nodding as he watched him without looking away, a faint smirk curling his lips as the amusement lingered in his stare. "We'll see," he said as he leaned back in his seat watching him with quiet intensity. "I've dealt with your kind before, confident, reckless, an

"Fuck you," he snapped and spat directly into Damon's face, his chin lifted in defiance as the room tightened instantly and every guard shifted at once, reading the change in danger. Damon did not move as the spit slid down his cheek, his expression flat and unreadable, his eyes locked on his with a cold stillness that made the air feel sealed and heavy around them. He wiped his face slowly without breaking eye contact, the motion controlled and deliberate, and when his hand dropped his mouth curved faintly as if the act meant nothing to him. "I see," he said quietly, his tone even as he continued watching him, while Alejandro held his stare a fraction too long before forcing his jaw tighter. The door opened and a scarred man entered carrying a silver case, his steps halting immediately under Damon's slight turn of attention before he crossed the room and placed it down under his gaze, then stepped back without hesitation. Alejandro's eyes tracked the exchange, his awareness sharp

✦DAYS LATER✦ ◈DAMON'S MASTER SUITE◈ The room filled with soft gasps as three men draped themselves over Damon, their lips trailing across his chest and shoulders while another swayed against his thigh, his hands roaming over him in a desperate attempt to earn his attention. Yet Damon remained largely unmoved beneath it all, lounging against the headboard with a calm authority. His shirt lay discarded somewhere nearby, leaving only the black trousers stretched across his frame while the men continued their efforts, dressed in little more than matching briefs as they competed for reactions he never seemed interested in giving. When the door opened and Alejandro stepped inside, Damon's eyes lifted immediately, his gaze dragging slowly across the room until it settled on his face. A faint smile touched his lips, restrained and knowing, while his arms remained loosely around the men beside him. He tilted his head back slightly and spread his legs further, his attention no longer on the

Alejandro adjusted his leather jacket as he approached the front entrance. A guard opened the door for him, revealing Enzo standing near the center of the room, a dangerously handsome man with a powerful build and tattoos curling up his neck beneath the collar of his black shirt. His eyes lifted the moment he entered, tracking his approach with quiet interest. Beside him stood Sergio, dark-haired, his posture carrying the same quiet danger that filled the room. "Alejandro," Enzo said, his name rolling from his tongue with quiet amusement. "Is that how you welcome your guests?" Alejandro asked as he continued walking toward him. He stopped a few feet away as the atmosphere between them tightened. Enzo's gaze stayed on Alejandro before shifting briefly toward Sergio beside him. "Give us a moment," Enzo said quietly as Sergio's eyes flickered from him to Alejandro, a cold stare holding between them before he passed through and walked out without breaking it. "Forgive my manners, King