Alessandro Dellisola Novels & Stories

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.