Page 22 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“Okay. That’s the way you want to play it. Fine.” For the next hour, I tortured him before he finally confessed that there were no others. He wanted to ransom Isabella off, and he hoped that I would take the bait. I finished the job with one between the eyes. Then the men began the cleanup, making sure that Carlo would never be found.

An hour later, I was clean and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt while my clothes had the fasteners and buttons removed before they were burned. The buttons and buckles would get washed and used for mending my suits if needed.

When I opened the bedroom door, my woman sleeping on my side of the bed, curled into a ball, hugging my usual pillow. I climbed into bed, trying not to wake her. She stirred and then turned into my embrace.

“Alessandro,” she whispered. “You’re back.” Her mouth brushes gently against my jaw. I loved the way my name came off her lips. “It feels so good to be in your arms.”

“You’ll be wrapped up in them for the rest of our lives.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s ten. Are you hungry?”

I’d been so busy that I’d completely lost track of time. “I slept that long. It felt like I just closed my eyes, but I am hungry.”

“Good. Let me feed you, and we can go about getting to know each other as I promised.”

My staff prepared a quick pasta with chicken breast because of the late hour. “So tell me more about you, your family, where you’re from.”

“I’m from Chicago. I lived there my whole life with my parents until they died last year in a car accident.” She choked up on the last bit with the pain of the loss still extraordinarily strong.

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, we were happy, planning my send off to college when they were hit on the expressway by a stoned driver. He’d been getting high in his car when he dropped his weed and reached down to get it, veering into the other lane. The bastard survived.”

“I’m sorry. It is a terrible way to lose your loved ones.”

“What about you? Any family? An ex-wife who’s ready to get me.”

“No, my sweet woman. No ex-wife. My family owned a vineyard just outside of the city when they were forced to sell it to the mafia. I came home from college to find them dead and the vineyard owned by the Petrucci family.” Isabella gasped as tears formed in her eyes for my own pain. I hated and loved as the tears slipped down her feminine face. Swiping her tears away with my thumb, I continued, “Needless to say, I had a choice to make. Stand up for my family and avenge their deaths, or flee Italy with my tail between my legs and never return.”

“Are they all gone?”

“No. Not all. I only took out those who actually killed my parents and their boss, who orchestrated it. Others learned to either stay clear of me or become loyal.”

“So, you’re a mob boss.” I could see the hint of fear, but her curiosity seemed more significant.

I took her hand in mine, rubbing her pulse, which sped up. “Not quite. I just own and run many things around here, but I don’t have any illegal activities. Well, except for the occasional dead body.”

“Aren’t you worried about getting caught?”

“My parents’ deaths tipped my hand, and I received immunity for it because I freed the police force from the chains the mafia had on them.”

“Oh.” She relaxed. Did she fear my possible incarceration?

“Does this all scare you? Do I scare you?” I’d do whatever I had to prove that I would never hurt her.

“No. Surprisingly, not at all. You saved me…unless…that was some ruse to make you look like a hero.” She raised her brow, glaring at me while fighting the urge to smile.

“Fuck no. God, I’d never been so scared in my life.” I brought her hand to my lips and then kissed it. She had no idea what she meant to me. A part of me was angry with the suspicion, but it was fair to say that she didn’t know me. However, I knew my own heart, and it belonged solely to her.

We finished our meal in almost complete silence as I watched her eat. With every bite, she let out the slightest moan that went straight to my balls. I swore she was intentionally doing it. Then she dropped a little sauce on one of her breasts that peeked out of her shirt. Leaning forward, I licked the spot clean and then sucked on her supple flesh, leaving my mark on her.

“I’m ready for bed, Alessandro.” She didn’t look tired. In fact, she looked hungry and not for any more food.

“Then let us go to bed,” I growled, standing up and letting her see what she did to me.

“You don’t mind.” Her eyes lingered on my cock, which stretched out the material of my shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.