All Chapters of ALEJANDRO: The Mafia's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Alejandro woke with his head pounding and wrists bound to the headboard with thick leather cuffs. His vision adjusted to the dim light, revealing sleek walls, expensive furnishings, and one figure seated by the window.Derulo Matini."You took your time," Matini remarked coolly.Alejandro flexed his wrists. The cuffs held firm. "You drugged me," he hissed.Matini stood and crossed the room with predatory ease. "Correction. I neutralized a threat." His eyes scanned Alejandro’s restrained form, sharp and assessing. "FBI agents are pests. You, however… interest me.""I don't know what you are talking about," Alejandro snapped.Matini smirked as he reached down, fingers brushing Alejandro’s jaw. "I can see it in your eyes, it is all written across your face."Footsteps came closer. The door opened. One of Matini’s men walked in, whispering in Spanish.Alejandro struggled against the cuffs. He scanned the room and saw that it had two exits, both guarded. Then he realized his earpiece was g

“Today,” Derulo said, “I am sending you out.”Alejandro arched a brow.“To deliver a message,” Derulo clarified. “To someone who thought betrayal would go unnoticed.”“And?” Alejandro prompted.Derulo’s eyes darkened. “And I expect you to be convincing.”He handed Alejandro a sealed black envelope.“The address is inside,” Matteo added. “No screw-ups.”Alejandro’s fingers closed around the envelope. His eyes shifted between it and Derulo. Every instinct warned him this was more than just an errand.“Consider this your audition,” Derulo continued, his voice smooth but sharp. “You once told me I have forgotten who you really are.”Alejandro slipped the envelope into his jacket, his gaze fixed on Derulo.“Maybe I never did,” Derulo murmured. “It is time you make that clear to me.”Derulo’s gaze lingered. “No need for Matteo. I will escort you to the car.”Alejandro turned to leave, but Derulo’s voice called him back.“One more thing,” Derulo said, his eyes glittering. “Be careful. He is

Alejandro stepped out of the room, carrying himself with that same effortless elegance. A man waited without a word, then turned, and Alejandro followed.They descended through corridors illuminated only by scattered sconces, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire.From the far corner of the hall, Enzo sat in quiet command, a half-empty glass of wine in hand. But when Alejandro appeared, his composure faltered. His gaze locked on him, unblinking, following the firm line of his jaw, the way even his stride carried an unspoken authority.The black silk shirt clung to Alejandro’s frame, smooth as water over stone, its folds catching the faint light. The top buttons were left undone, revealing the hard plane of his chest and the sharp edge of his collarbone. Sleeves rolled to the elbow bared forearms roped with veins, strength written into the shape of them.The trousers hugged the hard lines of his body, pressing close to powerful thighs that flexed with every step. Each mo