Alessandro Dellisola 소설 & 이야기

he asked softly and raised his hand out to cup her cheek, but Isadora instantly took a quick step backward and left his hand hanging in the empty air. Alessio stared at his open hand for a second. Instead of getting angry, a small, dark smile crossed his face. He slowly curled his fingers and let his arm drop. Isadora kept her gaze lowered, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from catching the heavy, dangerous bulge pushing against his grey joggers. Her throat went dry. Oh goodness, this was becoming so hard for her to resist. “I see how much you enjoy lying to yourself,” Alessio whispered, his voice dangerously low. “You stand there telling me to stop, but you are staring down at my cock with so

“Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…” ********************************** “I must admit, Diego, I am surprised that you chose to come here yourself.” Alpha Vieri Sforza said, looking me in the eye. He sat at his desk as he invited both Giovanni and I for a glass of wine. One which I doubted was a good idea to take considering that he was still an enemy. “Take a sip of your wine, I am no woman that uses poison to kill my enemies. If I wanted you dead, trust me, both of you are not walking out of this office alive.”

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

He picked up the phone, his thumb hovering over the speed dial. Dr. Aris Hollis wasn’t just his personal physician; he was a discreet confidant, a man who understood the weight of De Luca secrets. He’d handled everything from Vivian’s migraines to the discreet removal of a business rival’s compromising health information. He owed Alessandro favors that transcended medical ethics. Alessandro took a deep, steadying breath, the first one that felt purposeful all week. He pressed the button. The line connected after two rings. “Alessandro?” Dr. Hollis’ voice was calm, professional, betraying no surprise at the late hour. “Is everything alright? It’s late.”

(Isabella’s POV) The days that followed Alessandro’s meeting with Don Gallo were a strange, unsettling blend of profound intimacy and escalating tension. In the quiet sanctuary of our penthouse, we were Alessandro and Isabella, a man and a woman deeply in love, planning a future together. We would talk for hours, late into the night, about our dreams, about a life that felt impossibly far from the bloodshed and power struggles that defined our world. He would hold me, his touch a silent promise of protection, and in those moments, I could almost forget the storm brewing outside our walls.

Why me? Dino leaned his bulk against the railing, cigar between his teeth, smoke curling around his face like a crown of fire. “Well, well. Pretty boy Torricelli,” he barked, voice booming over the courtyard. “Comin’ to the lion’s fuckin’ den. You beggin’ for death, or just missin’ me?” Alessandro didn’t so much as blink. He stood rooted, head tilted slightly, his hands loose at his sides, every line of him screaming control. His eyes, black and unwavering, cut up toward us.

I asked, shaking my head in question. “He is your new partner, Elena. El Capo dei Capi. Alvize D’Caprio.” My boss, Mr. Joseph, who had initially called me, said, answering the question. He shook his head at Drake, motioning for him to leave as he stood in front of me, knowing that I was going to make a fuss out of this. He was not going to have me working with a Mafia boss. He did not lose his mind that much, right? The fact that he had called me himself was something that confused me. However, seeing that he was now asking me to work with a Capo, that was the last thing that I expected on a night like this.

“Delis! This man seems to really like questioning me. Use your hammer to smash three of his fingers, then use your hand to tear out his mouth. I want to see how long they can continue to loudly question me? The man named Delis quickly walked forward. His face was filled with coldness like an executioner in hell. His muscular body makes anyone afraid. Delis quickly grabbed the hammer and quickly hit the other man's finger. His actions were very quick and decisive. He is the most well-trained person and he is Lisanna's best bodyguard and most obedient to his master.

Alessio breathed, “Julian… Sir, I know you and my father have had your issues, but I’m thankful for your help.” “Glad to help,” Julian made a welcoming gesture with his arms. "Especially after being left out of that little thing you all had going on with the Baldinis,” a slight smile appeared. Alessio hummed, “Didn’t want to bother you with the Baldinis,” his voice dripped with sarcasm. “So who are you bothering me for?” Julian asked, raising a brow. “Who is your guy?” “His name is Isaac Halberg,” Alessio hesitated before he continued speaking. “He was an undercover agent working with this organization, MISA, under the name Levi."

Then… The driver’s door opened. A man stepped out. Tall. Well-dressed. Too calm. Too confident. Alessia felt it instantly. This wasn’t random. This was deliberate. The man smiled slightly. “Don De Luca,” he said smoothly. Marcello didn’t return the smile. “You’re trespassing,” he replied. The man’s gaze shifted briefly to Alessia. Something cold flickered there. “Ah,” he said. “So she’s the one.” Marcello moved instantly.