Semua Bab Claimed by the Italian Mafia King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

TESSA I scoffed, anger rising in my chest. After ignoring me this morning and walking out on me like I was a nobody he was now acting up? So unbelievable. I took a deep breath, calming myself a little before going back to where Alex was seated. “All good?” He asked when he saw me approaching. I forced a smile. “Yes.” He gave a wide smile. He had a really lovely smile. I nearly swooned over him. If only he was the one I was forced into this arrangement with then I wouldn't complain. I wouldn't even need to be forced into any arrangement with him because first off, he doesn't seem like someone that could hurt a fly let alone kill someone. He'd rather put himself in danger just so he could save a cat. I laughed at that thought. “What's funny?” His brows were raised. “Just my little secret.” “No fair. I want to know!” He whined. “I was just thinking how different life would be if I'd taken a different path.” I exhaled through my lips. The cold of the night now gett

TESSA I knew I was treading deadly waters but I couldn’t understand the pull I felt. He was the type that was preached to avoid. My mind and my body were a conflicting mess. Funny. Now I know the power the devil has on humans. It’s not destruction. He simply just grants your deepest desires. And right now, only one name came to mind. Leonardo. I turned off the faucet, leaning on the sink for a while longer. My mind went back to Alex. How he got hurt for stepping in and I instantly regretted it. He was a kind soul. He didn’t deserve that and Leonardo's actions were unjustifiable. Even in my dreams, he still tormented me with his true colors. Why then am I vulnerable whenever he touches me? I let out a sigh and went back to bed, tossing and turning all night till the bright rays of the sun began to come in through the window. I dragged myself out of bed, heading into the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water roll down my back.

TESSA Shame hit me first. Then fear. Fear at how he was my undoing. My body still tingled from his touch, but my mind screamed at me, ‘what have you done?’ I reached for the towel, wrapping it around my body, but he stopped my movements. “A second ago you were screaming my name and you're regretting already?” “This was a mistake and we both know it,” I pulled my hand away from his hold and wrapped the towel around myself. “A mistake you say?” He pulled me closer to the edge of the table, holding on to my waist. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my middle. He grinded into me, and my stomach tightened at the hot, pulsing pressure of him against my core. My lips parted, a needy breath escaping before I could stop it. “Your body says otherwise.” His hips rolled once more, and my nipples hardened under the towel. “I can feel how needy you are. You were dripping all over my fingers,” his voice was low and deep. All shades of sexy. “I… This can't happen again,” m

TESSA I barely had time to register what was going on when the other man rushed to my side, yanking me up to my feet. I screamed at the sound of a gunshot getting closer. “What's happening?” I panicked, my legs buckling beneath my weight. I got no response, instead he pulled me towards the door. Matteo opened the door, peeking out with his gun extended in front of him. Matteo suddenly raised his left hand. The man stopped abruptly, and I nearly crashed into him. “Take her through the pillars.” Matteo ordered, his voice stern. “I'll buy you time.” “Yes boss.” Matteo stepped into the hallway with his gun raised. The sound of gunshot firing thundered in my ears. My scream lodged in my throat as the other man pulled me in the opposite direction. My blood turned to ice at the rapid sound of gunshots. The smell of smoke and gunpowder filled the air. My breathing came in pants. I was almost hyperventilating. “Move!” He hissed, dragging me along. My bare feet slapped across the til

TESSA I slowly peeled my eyes open, my head throbbing. An agonizing pain shot up through my arm. I pulled myself up to the headrest, taking in the room I was in, trying to remember how I got here but I couldn't. The last memory I had was getting off the helicopter and crashing into Leonardo's arms. From that moment, everything went blank. I looked down at my thighs. I was no longer in my bloodied clothes. I was in a big black t-shirt that reached my mid thighs with black joggers, inches longer than I was. It was rolled up at the ankles but even at that, it covered till my toes. I winced in pain as my hand came up to my arm where the bullet grazed me. It was cleaned up and stitched. I carefully reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, gulping loudly as if my life depended on it. I cleared my throat, now feeling the sore reduce a bit. The room was dark, left for the bedside lamp that cast warm orange glow and the moonlight that came in through the glass windows.