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51. Nothing between us

~Alessio~"Give up? There's nothing between us. I've been using him," I laugh. My head is spinning and a sharp pain stabs at my forehead, swirling. Even the sight of blood isn't working the way it's supposed to."You never curse this much and you don't drink. You're not yourself," Giulio says."I am myself," I deny. Why the fuck do I care about denying anything? I should just ignore him."No. You're in love, Alessio. Really in love. I've never seen you like this before. Giacomo says you went home three hours early. I knew something was wrong.""Nothing is wrong," I emphasize. "This is just a... mess. A virus in my system. I'll be back on my feet tomorrow. Don't worry.""I'm not worrying about whether you can handle the business. You always have. You put yourself before everyone else. Don't you think it's time you ask yourself what you want?" Giulio finishes bandaging and I pull my hand away. His stunt sobers me up a little. I lea

52. Lied to and used

~Cassius~It's over. Everything between us is. It was nothing but a sham, a lie. A scam. Right from the start. I thought it was about Fabio and getting his money back. I was wrong.Grandpa and Jeanne are by my side. Though they don't say a word, they're sympathetic.They're here for me.Killian is nowhere to be seen as usual, but I know he's going to run his mouth off when he sees the pathetic state I'm in. It has been three days since the court finalized our divorce. The process was fast, thanks to grandpa's connections. A part of me was hoping Alessio would come and stop the process but he didn't."Are you hungry?" Jeanne returns from the kitchen with a plate of cannoli. She must have gotten them from Pamela.I look at the generous amount of sweet dessert that does nothing for my appetite. I realize I haven't eaten a proper meal in days. I've only been eating instant noodles and drinking wine to keep my head from exploding and

53. Fuck my instincts

~Cassius~She gives me a once-over, worry etched across her makeup-free, youthful face."I'm fine. Just need more rest," I laugh it off. Actually, I'm not. And I don't think I ever will be. I offer to wash the dishes,something I hate doing, and clean up the house. Jeanne and dad watch me like I've grown two heads."What?" I shrug, broom and dustpan in hand."Didn't you two want me to be more productive? I am now.""We did. But not like this, Cass," dad says, shooting me a suspicious and judgmental look."Cass, you've swept the floor five times, wiped the counter and furniture twice and dusted everything more than once," Pamela puts her hands on her hips."So?" I cock my head. Honestly, I don't see anything wrong with that."It's too clean! Usually you don't give a damn about mess," Pamela snatches the broom out of my hand.Right, it's too clean. Speaking of cleanliness, my ex-husband is a neat freak. I refu

54. Don't you fucking dare touch my husband

~Cassius~"What are you looking at?" Mikhail asks. He follows my line of sight and seems surprised."Isn't that Alessio Vito?""Yeah. You know the bastard?" I'm dreaming of ripping off the girls' arms and pulling their hair. I'm envisioning grabbing their heads and smashing them on the table until they crack. I don't usually get murderous thoughts.Never like this. Until him."Kind of. My dad has some dealings with him. He controls the Italian Mafia in New York and Chicago. Some other smaller and less powerful crime families and gangs have to pay him respect. The guy's powerful as fuck," Mikhail says. He turns to me and then back to Alessio, seemingly noticing some kind of connection between the two of us."Do you know each other?""He's my ex-husband.""Holy fuck," Mikhail curses, surprise written across his face. "How in the world? Isn't he straight?""Straight my ass. It was a private wedding. Then we bro

55. Make eyes at you

~Cassius~"Isn't this what you want when you look at me with those eyes?" He slams me so hard against his car hood that I see stars behind my lids."What eyes?!" I beat at his arm. But he's keeping me pinned beneath him on the hood."The ones that are calling me over. Trying to provoke me, baby? To see how much I care about you?" Alessio sneers."I don't make eyes at you, Mr. Vito."He narrows his eyes. I hear him breathing and it's not the usual calm rhythm he has. He doesn't like how I address him as if we are strangers."You might as well answer me since you refuse to let me go. Why did you marry me? Don't tell me it's because of the money Fabio stole. I know it's much more than that," I demand.I'm not going to believe anything he says anyway. There's only one logical explanation going through my head. He's taking revenge on my family because of Carolina. Carolina Mancini is dead. I know because I searched through al

56. So into him

~Alessio~My head snaps up, my senses throbbing. We're being watched. Someone is keeping tabs on either Cassius or me. I have to go. I can't encourage this or give him a proper, truthful explanation. He'll get hurt. I don't want him hurt. He doesn't deserve this. So I tell him to forget about everything. He laughs like he doesn't believe me. For a moment, I thought he almost went crazy.I need to cut this off. I school my expression, stand up and laugh like I don't care. Cassius seems very angry and offended.He presses his knife against my chest, his emotions exploding. I let him, my heart aching. If cutting a hole in me makes him feel better, I'll gladly let him. I can't forget him just as he can't forget me.But I see it. No, them. Tears. Is he crying? What did I do? What the fuck did I do?!I hurt him so badly that he cried. I wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears but I stop. My hand refuses to move, not because I don't want to

57. Barging without knocking

~Alessio~My brothers are clearly dealing with problems in their lives but they don't want me to interfere. As the eldest brother and their boss, I should eliminate any problem or confusion.And Cassius is a problem. One I can't erase from my system. So what the fuck am I supposed to do with him?Things aren't going as smoothly as I'd hoped.Giuseppe seems on edge, or like he's running from something. It's the same feeling I got when he was at the safehouse. What made him run and hide all the way there? I'm starting to worry that someone is out to take his life.Marcello is surprisingly fast and efficient, just the way I like people to work. He's one of my specialist hackers. I had to scout and bribe him with favorable terms to make him work for me."We've got eyes on Fabio. Location sending over to you now," Marcello says."Good work. The other half will be transferred to your account," I hang up."It might be

58. Target Jeanne again

~Cassius~It should have been easy, but it's not. Here I am, drinking more alcohol than usual. I think I'm only making my alcohol tolerance go up.My fingers are flying across the laptop. It's been days since I last saw Alessio and cried like a fool. Why the fuck am I so vulnerable and weak when I'm in front of him? I tell myself over and over again to forget. I let Pamela and dad arrange dates for me, male and female, but none catches my eye.My phone rings. Pamela again. She arranged this date with some guy and is nagging me nonstop.I sigh, hitting the green button. "Yes?""Where are you? Go on your date.""I'm fine. The heartache is over," I lie."I don't believe that. Heartaches don't heal that fast. Come on. Don't stay cooped up at home. It's unhealthy," Pamela is all about health and lifestyle balance. I can never argue with her so I agree.A few minutes later, I'm standing in front of a fancy restaurant.

59. Tattoo on his hand

~Cassius~I'll have no peace until that motherfucking dickhead is dead.He could have taken Jeanne when he forced me to sign over the shares. It doesn't match with his actions."Where are you going? We need to find Jeanne. I should—" Pamela looks on the verge of fainting."Pamela, get help from Killian or dad. Try to be as discreet as possible," I cut her off, holding her hand. I want to stay and comfort her but I don't have time."Okay. Okay," Pamela turns and scrolls through her phone.On the way to the airport, Killian shows up, blocking my way with his motorbike."What the hell? I don't have time to lose," slapping the steering wheel, I yell at him.Killian rolls his eyes. "Same here. You're not the only one who wants his sister back. Let's take the jet.""Jet?""Follow me," he gestures with his chin. I follow him to one side of the airport where there are fewer people. He points to a jet and wa

60. Lying will cost you more

~Alessio~I have to be careful not to start a war. I choose peace over blood, though I don't mind flooding the streets with blood and organs. It gives me delight and gets me high, shooting my adrenaline right up. But I'm not here to upset the peace. I could run over to the Irish mob and the Bratva but I won't. That would be foolish.I need to plan. Devise. Think. Then I'll take down and exterminate any threats, potential or not. Success and results matter. Everything else doesn't.I take the helicopter all the way to Paris. Occupying the landing pad meant for medics, I jump off the chopper and head to the university. People, staff and students shuffle in the hallways, filing out of classrooms.It's a sea of people. Where the hell is Jeanne? I break into a run, looking for her classroom and the principal's office.If I have to point a gun at the principal, I wouldn't hesitate. If Jeanne's in danger, Cassius will be too.What's the

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