Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

Alpha Dalton’s POV My whole body aches as I sit up in bed. I heard Nicklaus come through the mind link, “Dalton, there is an issue over near the lake. We need you ASAP.” He sounded worried which was not super unusual the case for my beta. Nick was a beast and that’s why I had chosen him to be my right hand man, but he stressed hisself out way too much. We had been through many battles and seen the world together. I trusted his instincts more than anyone. If he was worried then something was definitely up. I scrubbed a hand over my face and pulled the blanket off of me. “I’ll be there in a few. Is it extremely urgent?” I walked over to the bathroom and flipped on the light. I stared at myself

I came with a force so hard that my head pounded. He didn’t pull his digits or his mouth from me. He licked me clean until I rode out my orgasm. Afterward, he pulled away and stared at me with hooded eyes as he ran his tongue over his mouth to taste the remnants of my orgasm. “ Delizioso. “ Without wasting time, he got off the bed and removed his clothes. I watched as his erection lay on his stomach with all its glory. The tip was glistening with precum and his piercing added to the beauty.

"But who would go to such lengths to undermine us?" --- Meanwhile, Isabella De Luca's machinations unfolded behind the scenes, orchestrated with precision and cunning. Her network of informants and disgruntled former employees whispered tales of discontent and betrayal within the ranks of the Zaveri estate, planting seeds of doubt and suspicion among Sorin's most trusted allies. One such informant was Marco Rossi, a disgraced sommelier whose once-promising career had been marred by allegations of unethical conduct and corporate espionage. Isabella, sensing an opportunity to exploit his bitterness and thirst for redemption, approached Marco with an offer too enticing to refuse.

Orella was silent as she remembered everything about Alessandro. She winced in pain as the leka on her arm ached from being pressed by Dante. "Are you crazy? It hurts to know!" snapped Orella, who was furious about what the man beside her was doing. "Tell me, do you know Alessandro?" Dante asked Orella again in a pressing tone and looked at her sharply. Orelle frowned, but she didn't understand why Dante was so curious about her relationship with Alessandro. Orella thought she wouldn't tell him about her relationship with Alessandro because Dante had lied to her so much.

“But your husband’s work? That’s a different story, isn’t it? Lorenzo Vitelli—known enforcer for the Cosa Nostra. A man so dangerous that his name alone scares people.” Delilah’s lips curved into a faint smile like she was extremely proud of her husband, “Lorenzo is a devoted husband and father. Whatever else you think you know about him is just that...your thoughts.” I slid a photograph across the table. It was a surveillance shot of Delilah standing in the courtyard of her huge estate. Behind her, several men carried heavy crates into a private hangar. “Doesn’t look like charity work to me,” I said, watching her carefully.

Isabella said, holding her face where the slap had landed, her eyes reddened. Lorenzo chuckled, “Maybe I should tell you a little story before ending your miserable life. Alessandro Angelo is the deadliest assassin, hit man that you would ever know…ah, I guess he probably hadn’t told you his real name. I just did you the honors. Since you would be dying by my hand, this is the least I could do for you…” he flashed her a smile before he continued. “You know how good he is with the guns…the guns seem to spur on happily at his sight. Or you might wanna know how much people he has killed…millions of them!”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

“All I have to do is put the blame on Alessandro, and you know how ruthless the assassins are.” “You really are a devious man, aren’t you?” Daniella asked, and Alessio chuckled as he entered the restaurant. The fact that he was waiting for the rejection was something that I knew, but the one difference between the two of us was that I did not intend to give up simply because I was rejected once or twice. I knew to reach my target when I needed to, and I knew the methods that not even he or his father knew. But I was going to leave them with that victorious sense that both were most likely feeling right now. It kept them busy, and the busier they were, the less of a headache I got.

One of his men grabbed her and pulled her behind their protective line. Lorenzo's eyes locked with mine for one last, heart-stopping second. I saw a flicker of something—pain, regret, maybe—but it was too late. He had chosen. He turned, shielding Isabella with his body, and began backing away with his men, leaving me on my knees. As the warehouse door closed, sealing my fate, Alessi walked over to me. He reached down and pulled off his mask. It was Matteo Rossi, the son of the Rossi family Don, a man known for his cunning and ambition.