Semua Bab The Mafia Lord's Deadly Obsession : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Leo's POVI never thought a woman could shake the devil in me, but Alessia? That woman was a walking sin and salvation wrapped in one tight fucking package. She looked at me like I was the devil, but the way she moaned my name last night? She loved dancing with the devil.I’d be damned if I let anyone else touch what’s mine.I left the penthouse with the scent of her skin still on me and the image of her gasping my name carved into my head like a goddamn tattoo. She had no idea what she was doing to me, or maybe she did—that little minx. Either way, I made sure she couldn’t walk straight before I left. That was the only kind of goodbye a man like me knew.When I got to the office, everything was already set up. My secretary, Clarissa, came in with her usual tight skirt and fake smile, but the second she told me about a female detective showing up with a search warrant, I almost put a bullet through the glass wall behind her."You let a pig walk into my building with a fucking warrant?"

Alessia’s POVClara was obsessed. Not in a “my brother’s too hot for his own good” kind of way. No, this psycho wanted Leo six feet under and she wanted me to do the honors, or made me wonder what type of relationship they had in the past, why does she hate Leo. I know Leo's a bastard but what happened to Family first?Every time she showed up, it was the same broken record. “Slip a little arsenic in his whiskey,” she whispered while eyeing me like we were plotting brunch instead of murder. “Or better still, lace his cigars with cyanide. It's Quick and clean for him to go to hell.”I rolled my eyes so hard that I swore they almost popped out of my skull. “What is wrong with you?”“I’m just helping,” she sang, dancing barefoot across the marble floors of Leo’s mansion like she hadn’t just suggested fratricide over breakfast.I ignored her and did what I did best—played the beautiful, dutiful Mafia bride. Smile in public, laugh at his dry Mafia jokes, wear expensive heels, and pretend

Alessia’s POVThere were things I was starting to notice about Leo. Sure, the world saw him as a ruthless bastard, the cold-blooded Mafia King who could make entire families disappear before breakfast. He was daring, deadly, untouchable but inside the walls of his home, the monster faded a little. With me, he was different. He cracked the most ridiculous jokes, purposely tried to piss me off, and worse... he somehow made it all seem so easy like cruelty and tenderness lived on the same street inside his messed-up head. Most nights, he slept on the floor in the room we shared, half-naked, with nothing but a pair of sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He claimed it was to give me space, but I wasn’t stupid. It was some twisted way of protecting me or seducing me, even when he wouldn't admit it. Today was no different. At exactly 5 a.m., I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. My laptop was downstairs, and I had work piling up like a mafia body count. I didn’

Alessia’s POVIf someone had told me three weeks ago that I’d be standing in a kitchen, teaching Leo freaking Romano how to season fish instead of plotting his downfall, I’d have spat in their face. And yet, there I was with flour on my cheek, apron around my waist, guiding the most dangerous man in Italy on how not to murder a steak.“This is not blood, Leo,” I said, smacking his hand away from the cutting board for the third time. “It’s paprika, You don’t kill it, You sprinkle it like this ”He scoffed. “Tesoro, I know what paprika is. You forget I own half of Sicily’s spice shipments.”I raised a brow not even surprised at the empire he has anymore, this man could own the entire country and one wouldn't know about it. “You tried to pour wine into the frying pan.”He tilted his head and grinned, that cocky Mafia bastard smirk that made me both homicidal and horny again. “I was trying to romance the meat, sweeten it a bit. You romance me and it works, why not the steak?”“You’re insa

Alessia’s POVThe ride home was quiet, tense, like we were two loaded guns sitting in the backseat of a ticking time bomb. Leo hadn’t said a word since we left the hospital. His fingers tapped on his thigh like he was holding back the urge to explode, and I was holding my breath, knowing damn well the storm was coming.As soon as we stepped into the penthouse, I turned to him. “Leo—”He didn’t look at me. Didn’t even flinch.“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Clara sooner but suspecting me is barbaric,” I blurted out.That got his attention. Slowly, his gaze dragged to mine looking sharp, cold and unreadable.“You’re sorry?” he said, voice quiet and deadly. “For what exactly? For keeping shit from me or for almost getting me fucking killed?”My throat went dry. “I didn’t know she’d go that far.”“You knew she was capable.”“I didn’t know she was that capable.”His eyes burned holes through me. “What did she ask you to do?”I hesitated and Fuck this, There was no good way to say it. But