All Chapters of Trapped By The Mafia Don: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ClarissaBack at Villa Russo, Alessandro makes an excuse and disappears. "Got work," he says and slips away into this office. I watch him go, wondering what this work actually means, and the fight between him and that massive Joey guy plays out through my mind again: Alessandro, vicious and brutal, easily taking down a man that outweighed him and was bigger than him without breaking a sweat.The efficiency terrifies me. I head out back and stand on the patio looking out at the desert beyond the pool, and I close my eyes, breathing hard and trying not to panic, as the sheer violence of the moment plays over and over again, the spray of blood as Alessandro's knuckles snapped into Joey's face, the grunts of agony, the fear.I know who these men are. I grew up in a cartel and I've met dozens of soldiers like Alessandro. And yet seeing what he's capable of, the mindless viciousness, it scares the hell out of me. Papa worked hard to keep me away from the harsh and ugly realities of his job

Clarissa"This doesn't change anything," I whisper as his fingers slip down along the front of my panties and I release a gasp and a moan. God, it feels so fucking good, the anticipation like candy on my spine. "This doesn't change a thing. Our deal stands. You can do... fuck... you can do this all you want. I still hate you.""I know you do," he says, smirking that devilish grin as his fingers move up and down the front of my panties, down to my dripping with pussy, and oh, god, I'm so wet he slides along my folds and pushes slowly inside of me before teasing my clit in incredible circles. "You despise me and that's why I love this so goddamn much. The way you look at me like you want to kill me, but you also want to fuck me, is like heaven. It's like your moans are music and your tongue is candy and god, Clarissa, I hate you just as much, but I want you even more."His fingers stroke in and out and roll along my clit and his words send jolts of shock and want along the curves of my

Alessandro"I've got an alternative proposition for you." Mickey crosses his arms, squinting, the cheeky little bastard. "The way I see it, you want our property for a reason. A man like you doesn't come along personally offering lots of money and saying he'll turn a blind eye to a transgression for no reason. I suspect this is important.""Careful," I say, staring him down, not happy about where this is going. "I told your brother and I'll tell you. I'm willing to do this the fast and easy way, but the long and hard way isn't off the table."Mickey holds up his hands. "I understand that, Don Russo. I'm willing to sell. Only, I want one more thing before we go forward. See, I have charges pending against me, the sort of charges that might send me away for a while. I'm currently out on bail, and I was visiting my parole officer when you had a very civil conversation with my brother here yesterday. What I'd like is if you could contact the DA and get those charges dropped or at least do

Clarissa"This is what I wanted to show you," he says, drifting toward the nook. Not looking at me, like he can't. "When I was out with Nico, I had something like a revelation. What we're doing right now, it's half a marriage. We're husband and wife on paper, but in reality, we're strangers. I want to fix that."I'm jolted from my sudden reverie as what he's saying sinks in. "You want to share a room?" It's so simple and yet it makes my core clench with a nervous tightness.He nods once. "I want to share a space. We will live together like husband and wife should, no more of this pretending like we're not truly together. I know you aren't committed yet, but you will be and this is the start.""Alessandro," I say, because what else is there? This is the most absurd, insane, stupid, absolutely crazy idea I've ever heard. We can barely be around each other for ten minutes without wanting to murder the other and yet he wants to sleep in the same bed? One of us will be dead before the end

AlessandroI'm halfway through my second whiskey when Clarissa comes out from the hallway and does a little spin. "Well, how's this?"It takes all my willpower to keep myself from pinning her against the wall, ripping that fucking dress off her body, and taking her here and now."You look beautiful," I say and truly mean it.She grins back at me, cheeks pinkening. I don't know why she acts as though she's unaware of just how gorgeous she is, like she doesn't own a damn mirror. She's in a tight golden dress, a dark burnished color that makes her skin glow, with her hair pulled back in a tight bun. A large bow hangs down her back, and her smooth arms are bare, the front covering her breasts and legs entirely but draped in such a way that it makes her look like the dress is made from liquid. The effect is magical, a classical beauty, and I stare at her with a pounding heart, barely able to keep my hands to myself."I'm glad you like it," she says softly, almost shyly, but how can a woman