Ch. 21..30

Chapter 21

Special Guests

"Miss Peterson, I think you need to rest," Emily said as she entered Mia's office.

All the staff of the M.P. Interiors had left, but Min was still working.

"I can't, Emily. I need to finish the design of one of the bedrooms today so I can start work on the mansion tomorrow," Mia sighed as she resumed sketching the design on the laptop. She was so tired she had almost lost sleep over the two projects she was handling. Both clients. demanded that she personally design their homes with Mia Peterson's signature style.

"Oh, come on, Mia, Emily huffed in irritation. Now that she was off duty, she could call her by name. "I can't let you drown in work. You haven't come this far through hard work just to tire yourself out day and night. Give yourself a break and forget about those clients," she grumbled.

Mia laughed amusingly.

"I wanted to refuse one of them or tell one to wait until I get time, but to my doom, both our clients are very powerful and dangerous personalities, and I can't refuse them," Mia sighed, shrugging helplessly.

"Yeah, yeah. One is the dangerous and ruthless businessman Alessandro Valentino, and the other is the Duke of Monaco, Emily rolled her eyes.

"But I must admit, your both clients are kind of hot," Emily smirked mischievously.

"Shut up, Emily," Mia shook her head. "We don't get involved with clients. It affects our work and reputation," she reasoned while working on designing the room.

"But it doesn't mean you have to work overtime and kill yourself with sleepless nights," Emily protested. "Now leave it and come with me," she tugged Mia's arm, forcing her to save her work files and get up.

"Where?" Mia gasped as Emily swiftly pulled her out of her office and towards the parking lot.

"We're going out clubbing for a girls' night out," she winked with a naughty smile, causing Mia to'shake her head..

"But Gia and Maximo will be waiting for me," Mia protested.

"Oh, your kids are smarter than you, Mia Peterson. Actually, it was their idea to take you out for

some relaxation and fun." Mia shook her head at Emily's remark. It wasn't new to hear about her kids planning something for her; they indeed loved her so much that they wanted. their mom to be happy. "By the way, I've talked to their nanny, and she will stay overtime until we return home," Emily informed.

Emily was divorced by her cheating husband and lived with Mia and her family. When she

was in need of money and a job, Mia supported her, and they had been together like soul

sisters ever since.

"But how can I go clubbing in work clothing?" Mia tried to refuse again. She needed to finish work and get Alessandro Valentino out of her life forever and permanently.

"You are the Mia Peterson. You exude style effortlessly: you don't need fancy clothes to look hot and go anywhere. Emily boasted, making Mia snort at her friend's overconfidence.

Now, if you're convinced, can we proceed and liave some fun tonight?" Emily pleaded, knowing how much of a workaholic her boss and friend was.

"Do I have a choice?" Mia batted her eyelashes dramatically.

"No!" Emily grinned as they both got into the car, and Emily drove them to the most happening club in Paris.

"Wow!" Emily breathed out, watching the crowd and the ambiance of the club. "Now we have to wait in line," she groaned as they took their place in the long queue. It seemed never-ending as it was the weekend, and the entire city seemed to be heading to this club tonight. "I was telling you to come quickly. Now see, we won't get to enter," Emily whined, her face crestfallen.

"I'm sorry, Emily," Mia said, feeling bad for her. Let's wait a little longer; maybe we'll get a chance to enter, she suggested.

Before Emily could reply, a deep voice startled them from behind.

"Any problem, ladies?!"

Mia and Emily turned abruptly to find the Duke of Monaco standing there, with his bodyguard following closely behind. This time, he wasn't in a formal business suit but wore a casual t-shirt, denim jeans, and an expensive black leather jacket. "No problem, Lord Alexander," Mia smiled. "We're just waiting our turn to enter the club."

Lord Alexander gazed at Mia intently with his dark eyes fathom.

filled with something Mia couldn't

"Miss Peterson, you don't have to wait to get entry into my club. Come with me," he instructed, striding purposefully forward. The bouncers at the entrance swiftly lifted the barrier, allowing him to pass.

"Oh, God, he owns the most happening club in town," Emily murmured, as Mia and Emily followed the Duke inside.

Mia subtly signaled to her friend to contain her excitement as both were stunned by Lord "The drinks and food are on me," Lord Alexander said as he gestured for someone to come over. The manager rushed over, visibly trembling with nervousness and unable to meet Lord Alexander's gaze. "Remember these two lovely faces and ensure they never wait," Lord Alexander instructed the manager firmly, who frantically nodded in response. "They are my special guests."

"I understand, Your Highness," the manager replied before turning to Mia and Emily. "What would you ladies like?"

Mia and Emily placed their orders, and the manager personally attended to their requests.

"Lord Alexander, you seem to have a myriad of hidden ventures," Mia teased, eliciting a hearty laugh from him.

"Please, call me Alexander, Miss Peterson," he insisted courteously.

Mia nodded, adding, "Only if you call me Mia.

"Mia!" Alexander repeated her name with some emotions in his voice.

However, Mia couldn't understand whether Lord Alexander was kind to everyone or if she was a special case. She had heard about him being very fearsome, to the extent that people didn't even dare to look at his face for fear of being executed. But the smile the Duke of Monaco was giving her seemed quite the opposite of his reputation.

 

Chapter 22

Alessandro Again

Mia took a slow sip of her drink, savoring the taste. "I'm working on your apartment, and it will be finished soon," she told Lord Alexander, her eyes twinkling with confidence.

Lord Alexander swirled the ice in his scotch glass lazily, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid. "Take your time, Mia. I'm in no hurry," he replied, his voice calm and unhurried. "My reputation is to deliver projects on time, Alexander," Mia said, smiling.

Lord Alexander chuckled, nodding. "You are very hardworking and talented, Mia, I must admit.

"That's why you want me to design your home, Alexander," Mia shrugged, feeling at ease.

Talking with the Duke felt as natural as chatting with family. She had known him for always, it seemed. Lord Alexander felt the same. It was this connection that made him different with her, softening his usual cold and serious demeanor. It made others wonder if this truly was the same ruthless Lord Alexander Montecarlo they knew.

Suddenly, Lord Alexander's phone began ringing, and he took a look at the caller ID.

"Excuse me, ladies," he said, getting up and finishing his drink in one large gulp. "I have to leave. But you enjoy the evening and feel free to call me if you need anything."

"Thank you,

Lord Alexander," Emily said, bowing slightly and smiling as she curtseyed.

"You're more than welcome, Miss Yang." Lord Alexander nodded. Turning to Mia, he added, "See you later..." He paused, his observing eyes fixed on Mia's face before he continued, ...Mia."

"Sure!" Mia replied, getting up to her feet and waiting for Lord Alexander to turn and leave. As soon as the Duke was out of sight, Emily and Mia both slumped onto the sofa and let out a breath of relief.

"God, Lord Alexander has such an intimidating aura. I couldn't enjoy my drink the whole time he was here," Emily admitted with a loud exhale, finishing her drink and motioning to the waitress for another one. "No!" Mia protested, narrowing her eyes. "He is not that intimidating. I found him very cool."

Oh, oh! Ma'am! Do you like him?" Emily bumped Mia's shoulder with hers, a mischievous. grin spreading across her face. "Should I tell Adam to be ready for more competition from the Duke of Monaco?" 'Shut up!" Mia shook her head, giggling. "I don't feel at

"Mia?!" Emily leaned closer, peering into Mia's eyes as if trying to read her thoughts.

"Yes, Emily?" Mia squinted, staring back at her.

Finished

"You're drunk!" Emily declared, cocking her head to the side, making Mia huff out a laugh.

"Then let's go home," Mia suggested, making Emily wince in protest.

cruel and doesn't let us rest, not eve

"Not so soon. My boss is very herself, so tonight is all- get until my boss demands me to work my ass off until I pass out," Emily ranted in one breath, making Mia snicker. Of course, she was Emily's boss.

Before Mia could respond, Emily grabbed her hand and dragged her to the dance floor. Both women danced their hearts out and enjoyed their evening. After a while, when both were drenched in sweat and tired, they decided to call it a night and return home. Mia

"God, Emily, we are drunk and can't drive, and no cabs are available at this time," groaned as yet another cab booking was canceled and no availability showed up on Uber.

Why don't you call Lord Alexander? I'm sure he would be happy to help," Emily winked impishly.

"No, he is our prestigious client, and we already owe him favors. I can't bother him at this hour of the night," Mia shook her head as they started to march out onto the almost deserted. road, in search of a taxi.

guess we have to walk home tonight then," Emily pouted sullenly. "Because my boss has high moral values."

"If we are lucky we will get a ride," Mia mumbled again checking the app on her phone in the hope of getting a taxi available.

But before they could find a taxi, four SUVS appeared out of nowhere and surrounded them, blocking their way. Sensing something was wrong, Mia grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her behind her.

Menacing men dressed all in black stepped out of the cars. It felt like déjà vu, a chilling reminder of six years ago when Alessandro had sent his goons to kill Aria.

"Get out of our way and let us go!" Mia shouted, trying to push past them. One of the goons shoved her back and barked, "Mia Peterson, you have to come with us."

"You dare give me orders, you asshole!" Mia yelled, hoping someone would hear and come to help.

"Shouting is useless; no one's coming to save you, Mia Peterson," one of the goons sneered.

"What do you want?" Mia demanded, glaring at them.

Alessandro Again

"Your death!" the goon laughed menacingly.

Finished

Mia swallowed hard as they brandished their guns. She was afraid that Emily would also get hurt in this. But the question gnawed at her insides: who the hell wanted her dead?

Was it Alessandro again? Of course, it was him. It had to be him. Who else could have such murderous assassins other than the mafia king himself?

Mia's

heart filled with hatred and regret as she thought of the day she met her devil husband again.

"Wait! If you want, I can give you more money. Just leate us alone and tell me who sent you," Mia offered desperately.

The goons looked at each other before one of them stepped forward again.

"We never leave any task incomplete. Ready to die!" he said, pointing the gun at Mia's head.

Emily shook terribly with fear. "No, please, leave her. Please don't kill us," she cried, but it didn't faze the goons.

However, it only made them laugh shamelessly.

"Nice try, but that was really bad," one of them mocked.

Mia knew they were heartless killers and that nothing would work on them. She closed her eyes as her children's faces came into her mind. Her only worry at the moment was what would happen to them after her. "Put your bloody gun down and take your fucking step back," came a deep, authoritative but icy voice, so dangerous that it was enough to make anyone shake with fear right at that

moment.

Chapter 23

Her Knight In Shining Armour

The goons trembled and instinctively took a step away from Mia, but they quickly recovered their menacing composure.

One of them, the tallest and bulkiest who seemed to be their leader, barked, "Who the fuck has a death wish to come here and threaten Marco's gang?"

They all turned around to look at the source of the intimidating voice. Mia, still reeling from the shock, felt as if she were in a dream. Seeing him in front of her seemed like an illusion. Why on earth would Alessandro come to save her from his own goons? But she didn't have to wait long for an answer as Alessandro growled the next instant, "Who sent you to harm Mia Peterson?"

"None of your business, Don Valentino," the goon, who seemed to be Marco, sneered.

Oh, so they knew Alessandro, Mia thought. Of course, they would know him. He was the mafia king of western Italy.

"This is not your territory, and no one is going to listen to you. It's better you leave peacefully," Marco threatened, but the tremble in his voice was evident.

Mia was still confused. If they weren't Alessandro's people, then who sent them? And why was Alessandro here to save her?

Alessandro's face remained cold and unreadable as he took out his handgun. His bodyguard was with him, backing him up. "Last chance," Alessandro said icily, aiming the gun at Marco. "Who sent you to harm Mia Peterson?"

"I am not scared of you, Don Valentino," Marco laughed dryly, expecting his men to follow his lead and mock the mafia king.

But it seemed they were smarter than to follow their leader to their deaths at the hands of the mafia king.

"Alright, I'm giving you one last warning. Leave the lady alone and get out of here in two seconds, or I won't be responsible for the consequences," Alessandro warned, his tone calm and low but extremely dangerous.

Marco suddenly grabbed Mia's arm, pulling her in front of him and holding a gun to her head.

Alessandro moved swiftly, but Marco shouted, "Don't come closer, or I'll shoot this bitch."

Mia's terrified gaze met Alessandro's cold eves, and she saw him clenching his teeth before he Her Knight in Shining Armour

aimed his gun at Marco. "Drop the gun, Marco!" Alessandro commanded his voice deadly serious.

All of Marco's gang members pointed their guns at Alessandro, and Mia's heart jumped into her throat. What was he doing? She was confused by his reckless behavior.

"Want to see who fires first?" Marco snarled, but Alessandro's steely gaze made his legs tremble slightly.

"If you don't want to get yourself in trouble, leave the lady, and I will go peacefully," Alessandro offered.

"The guts you have to make an offer with me." Marco snorted a weak laugh. "You're alone and can't do anything, while I can kill you and this whore in a snap of my fingers."

"I dare you to try and see what a painful death I'll give you," Alessandro growled with disdain.

"You fucking Italian mafial" Marco yelled in rage, releasing Mia and pointing the gun at Alessandro.

Alessandro was looking for a moment like this. So, seizing the opportunity, he shot at the gun in Marco's hand, causing it to drop as Marco groaned, clutching his bleeding hand. "Louis, cover them!" Alessandro shouted, nodding at Mia. Then, his gaze locked onto Mia's, his expression commanding. "Run!"

As if it were a well-planned move, his bodyguard, Louis, quickly covered for Mia and Emily, guiding them to the corner of the road while firing back at Marco's gang.

The echo of gunfire filled the air, mingling with shouts and the sound of running footsteps in the silence of the dark night.

Mia turned back to look at Alessandro and caught a glimpse of him dropping to the ground as Marco's gang scattered in panic.

"Fuck, they've shot the boss!" Louis screamed before turning to Mia. "Miss Peterson, get inside the car. The driver will take you home safely." He gestured to a car parked a few feet and then ran toward Alessandro.

away

Mia-halted in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat as she watched Alessandro lying on the road. She felt an urgent need to go back and check on him, but Emily tugged her hand, pulling her away. "Mia, what are you doing?" Emily asked urgently.

"He... he's been shot!" Mia gasped, panic evident in her eyes. Her Knight in Shining Armour

Finished

"Mia, we have to leave immediately before they find you again," Emily suggested, ignoring Mia's protest and pulling her forcefully towards the car.

Mia was safe inside the car, heading home, but the restlessness in her heart grew with every passing second. She couldn't shake the thought of Alessandro lying unconscious on the ground. Despite her hatred for him, the unexpected worry made her feel otherwise. Lost in her anxious thoughts, Mia didn't even realize the car had come to a stop until the driver opened the door for them.

As soon as Mia saw the driver, she blurted out desperately, "Um, what about your boss?"

The driver looked at her in confusion.

"Is Mr. Valentino alright?" she asked again.

"Boss has been taken to the hospital and is fine," he replied briefly before rounding the car and taking his seat behind the wheel.

As the car drove off, Mia watched it with relief, reassured by the news that Alessandro had received medical help and wasn't seriously hurt, An unusual sense of relief washed over her, which she couldn't again understand.

 

 

Chapter 24

Man On Mission

Alessandro groaned, pain and dizziness overwhelming him as he forced his heavy eyes open. The incessant buzzing and beeping of machines greeted him, each sound amplifying his discomfort.

He blinked several times, gradually taking in his sterile surroundings. The white walls were stark and uninviting, and the small bed he lay off was surrounded by a maze of machines. Nearby, a few nurses and doctors engaged in hushed conversations with Matteo. This madé Alessandro's brow furrow, betraying his annoyance at the constant murmurs.

"Where the hell am I?" Alessandro muttered, his voice rough and strained.

He instinctively yanked at the tubes and needles embedded in his arms, ignoring the sharp pangs as he disconnected himself from the intravenous lines supplying medicine, saline, and supplements.

"Alessandro! Thank God you're awake..." Matteo's voice broke with relief, but his expression quickly shifted to alarm as he realized what Alessandro was doing. "Wait, what are you doing?" Matteo's tone turned sharp, scolding his stubborn friend as nurses and doctors rushed to Alessandro's side.

"Stay down, sir, you need to rest," one of the nurses urged, gently but firmly pressing Alessandro back onto the bed. Despite their efforts, Alessandro's instincts to rise and reclaim. control overpowered his weakened state.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Alessandro growled, making the nurse tremble with fear and stumble away from his bed.

"Mr. Valentino, please don't get up. You have lost a lot of blood and need to rest," the doctor suggested, placing a hand on Alessandro's shoulder. Alessandro yanked his hand away sternly, glaring at him, causing the doctor to take a step back from the mafia king. "How's Mia?" Alessandro asked suddenly, his gaze directed at his friend.

Matteo shook his head slightly. Even in this critical condition, his friend could only think about that woman who didn't care a bit about the mafia king.

"She is safe and at home," Matteo reassured him.

Alessandro took a deep breath before exhaling as if he had been holding out for this piece of

news.

"Did you find out who did it?" Alessandro asked in a cold, deadly tone.

Matteo glanced at the doctor, who immediately understood and left the room to give them privacy.

"Yes, our people have found out," Matteo informed him as soon as the door closed behind. the doctor. "Good, let's RO

Alessandro instructed, making Matteo frown.

"Wait, you can't go anywhere. The doctor has prescribed that you stay in bed for a week. You are very weak and have lost a lot of blood, Alessandro," Matteo protested.

But it seemed the mafia king was not in the mood to heed his friend's advice. He got up and motioned to a man nearby. The man rushed to hand him his shirt and trousers. Alessandro had been shot in the right shoulder, with the bullet narrowly missing his heart. But Alessandro didn't care about his pain. He had to ensure the person who tried to kill Mia would be dead.

He slowly dressed and strode out of the hospital. No one dared to stop him. His aura was that dangerously intimidating. Matteo and Alessandro's army of guards followed closely behind.

Jack Miller, the Corsican Mafia boss, was terrified as he sat in his headquarters. His right-hand man, Marco, had made the biggest mistake of his life. He had shot the Italian mafia king, Alessandro Valentino, a man with a reputation deadlier than the devil himself. Now, Jack was certain that nothing could save Marco from Alessandro's wrath. When Marco, in a fit of nervousness, had blindly fired a shot and bullet struck Alessandro in the shoulder, his men had fled in terror, fearing for their lives.

Jack had been hiding in his headquarters ever since, surrounded by his guards and praying desperately for Alessandro's death in the hospital. But to his dismay, Alessandro had survived and was now coming for him.

Jack's body shook as he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire. As a mafia boss, gunfire was nothing new to him, but the screaming and shouting accompanying the shots were evidence. that his men were being brutally slaughtered by the Italian mafia. The realization made him tremble to his core, and he knew his death was imminent, walking through the door at any

moment.

Just as Jack closed his eyes to pray, the door to his room was broken down, and the god of death itself seemed to walk through it.

Alessandro and his army barged in, quickly overpowering Jack's henchmen and forcing them. to kneel in surrender.

"Don Valentino!" Jack got to his feet, his voice trembling with fear.

"Don Miller!" Alessandro gritted his teeth, pointing his rifle at the Corsican Mafia boss. "Who assigned you to kill Mia Peterson?

"I am sorry. Don Valentino, I didn't know she was your woman, or I would have never taken this task in hand," Jack begged.

"That is not the answer to my question," Alessandro growled, making Jack tremble and curse under his breath.

"Reginald Fairfax Wentworth!" Jack blurted out as Alessandro lifted his rifle to Jack's head.

"Reginald Fairfax Wentworth? As in the famous interior designer Reginald Fairfax Wentworth?" Alessandro furrowed his brow, incredulous.

"Y... Yes," Jack nodded solemnly. "He wanted Mia Peterson dead to eliminate his competition for upcoming major projects as Mia's company always secures the big contracts."

"Then he won't have to worry about it because he won't be alive to see another contract. He chose to mess with the wrong person, and now he'll pay for it," Alessandro declared, his voice dripping with menace.

He turned to his assistant, Lucas, who nodded in Alessandro groaned, pain and dizziness overwhelming him as he forced his heavy eyes open. The incessant buzzing and beeping of machines greeted him, each sound amplifying his discomfort.

He blinked several times, gradually taking in his sterile surroundings. The white walls were stark and uninviting, and the small bed he lay off was surrounded by a maze of machines. Nearby, a few nurses and doctors engaged in hushed conversations with Matteo. This madé Alessandro's brow furrow, betraying his annoyance at the constant murmurs.

"Where the hell am I?" Alessandro muttered, his voice rough and strained.

He instinctively yanked at the tubes and needles embedded in his arms, ignoring the sharp pangs as he disconnected himself from the intravenous lines supplying medicine, saline, and supplements.

"Alessandro! Thank God you're awake..." Matteo's voice broke with relief, but his expression quickly shifted to alarm as he realized what Alessandro was doing. "Wait, what are you doing?" Matteo's tone turned sharp, scolding his stubborn friend as nurses and doctors rushed to Alessandro's side.

"Stay down, sir, you need to rest," one of the nurses urged, gently but firmly pressing Alessandro back onto the bed. Despite their efforts, Alessandro's instincts to rise and reclaim. control overpowered his weakened state.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Alessandro growled, making the nurse tremble with fear and stumble away from his bed.

"Mr. Valentino, please don't get up. You have lost a lot of blood and need to rest," the doctor suggested, placing a hand on Alessandro's shoulder. Alessandro yanked his hand away sternly, glaring at him, causing the doctor to take a step back from the mafia king. "How's Mia?" Alessandro asked suddenly, his gaze directed at his friend.

Matteo shook his head slightly. Even in this critical condition, his friend could only think about that woman who didn't care a bit about the mafia king.

"She is safe and at home," Matteo reassured him.

Alessandro took a deep breath before exhaling as if he had been holding out for this piece of

news.

"Did you find out who did it?" Alessandro asked in a cold, deadly tone.

Matteo glanced at the doctor, who immediately understood and left the room to give them privacy. "Yes, our people have found out," Matteo informed him as soon as the door closed behind. the doctor. "Good, let's RO

Alessandro instructed, making Matteo frown.

"Wait, you can't go anywhere. The doctor has prescribed that you stay in bed for a week. You are very weak and have lost a lot of blood, Alessandro," Matteo protested.

But it seemed the mafia king was not in the mood to heed his friend's advice. He got up and motioned to a man nearby. The man rushed to hand him his shirt and trousers. Alessandro had been shot in the right shoulder, with the bullet narrowly missing his heart. But Alessandro didn't care about his pain. He had to ensure the person who tried to kill Mia would be dead.

He slowly dressed and strode out of the hospital. No one dared to stop him. His aura was that dangerously intimidating. Matteo and Alessandro's army of guards followed closely behind.

Jack Miller, the Corsican Mafia boss, was terrified as he sat in his headquarters. His right-hand man, Marco, had made the biggest mistake of his life. He had shot the Italian mafia king, Alessandro Valentino, a man with a reputation deadlier than the devil himself. Now, Jack was certain that nothing could save Marco from Alessandro's wrath. When Marco, in a fit of nervousness, had blindly fired a shot and bullet struck Alessandro in the shoulder, his men had fled in terror, fearing for their lives.

Jack had been hiding in his headquarters ever since, surrounded by his guards and praying desperately for Alessandro's death in the hospital. But to his dismay, Alessandro had survived and was now coming for him.

Jack's body shook as he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire. As a mafia boss, gunfire was nothing new to him, but the screaming and shouting accompanying the shots were evidence. that his men were being brutally slaughtered by the Italian mafia. The realization made him tremble to his core, and he knew his death was imminent, walking through the door at any

moment.

Just as Jack closed his eyes to pray, the door to his room was broken down, and the god of death itself seemed to walk through it.

Alessandro and his army barged in, quickly overpowering Jack's henchmen and forcing them. to kneel in surrender.

"Don Valentino!" Jack got to his feet, his voice trembling with fear.

"Don Miller!" Alessandro gritted his teeth, pointing his rifle at the Corsican Mafia boss. "Who assigned you to kill Mia Peterson?" "I am sorry. Don Valentino, I didn't know she was your woman, or I would have never taken this task in hand," Jack begged.

"That is not the answer to my question," Alessandro growled, making Jack tremble and curse under his breath.

"Reginald Fairfax Wentworth!" Jack blurted out as Alessandro lifted his rifle to Jack's head.

"Reginald Fairfax Wentworth? As in the famous interior designer Reginald Fairfax Wentworth?" Alessandro furrowed his brow, incredulous.

"Y... Yes," Jack nodded solemnly. "He wanted Mia Peterson dead to eliminate his competition for upcoming major projects as Mia's company always secures the big contracts."

"Then he won't have to worry about it because he won't be alive to see another contract. He chose to mess with the wrong person, and now he'll pay for it," Alessandro declared, his voice dripping with menace.

He turned to his assistant, Lucas, who nodded in understanding.

"He'll be in front of you, boss, before the moon rises," Lucas promised.

"Now!" Alessandro took a threatening step toward Jack. "Tell me, Don Miller, what should I do with you?" "He'll be in front of you, boss, before the moon rises," Lucas promised.

"Now!" Alessandro took a threatening step toward Jack. "Tell me, Don Miller, what should I do with you?"

Chapter 25

Ruthless Mafia King Finished

Jack swallowed nervously before he pulled Marco forward and pleaded, "He's the one who made the mistake of firing at you, Don Valentino, Please forgive him or punish him as you see fit."

"There is only one punishment in our field for attempting to kill a supremo!" Lucas snarled, his voice laced with venom, as he pointed his gun at Jack, ensuring Alessandro could shift his target.

Holding the rifle in his left hand, while his right shoulder bled, drenching his white shirt and turning it crimson red, the Italian mafia Don appeared as a ruthlessly determined and brutal figure on a mission. If looks could kill, Marco was as good as dead, trembling like hell and praying fervently for his life.

"Don Valentino, I wasn't thinking straight, I......was so nervous, I didn't realize when the bullet left my gun and hit you. I beg you to forgive me," Marco cried desperately, but before. he could finish, a bullet fired from Alessandro's rifle, and Marco collapsed to the floor, lifeless. Alessandro might have forgiven Marco for attacking him, but trying to kill Mia despite Alessandro's warning was unforgivable. Marco had to pay with his life.

"Let's go!" Alessandro ordered his army, turning to leave. Jack was relieved to be alive, vowing never to cross paths with the Italian Don again.

As Alessandro and his army departed the headquarters, leaving behind a scene of carnage with bodies strewn everywhere, they headed for the parking lot. Suddenly, the earth seemed to spin around Alessandro, and his head began to feel dizzy. Before anyone could react, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

As Alessandro's people rushed him to the hospital, panic gripped them at the sight of the mafia king losing consciousness. They had never witnessed their invincible boss, the mighty Alessandro Valentino, in such a weakened state. However, the truth lay in the fact that the doctor had advised him to rest for a week, a recommendation he hadn't adhered to for even a single day. It seemed inevitable.

Matteo dashed to the hospital upon hearing the news, his initial empathy swiftly transforming into anger as he witnessed Alessandro's stubbornness. Refusing medication and sustenance, Alessandro displayed a reckless disregard for his own well-being.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Alessandro?" Matteo's voice thundered with frustration, his concern overshadowed by his rage.

He wasn't afraid of the Italian Don's potential retaliation for his outburst; his only concern was for his friend's well-being, a bond strong enough for Matteo to risk his own life.

"If you can't see properly, I'll pay for your damn eye checkup!" Alessandro retorted disdainfully as he dressed himself, indifferent to the fact that his wound continued to bleed.

The doctors had reluctantly accepted defeat, realizing that this dangerous Don would heed no one's advice.

"Alessandro, you're only leading yourself to an early grave this way," Matteo pleaded, shaking his head in despair. "It's suicide. Pure suicide."

"I'm not so weak that I'll keel over if I don't rest, Alessandro declared indifferently.

Matteo snorted dryly. "You'll die if you don't eat and take your medicine."

"Bullshit!" Alessandro dismissed as he exited the hospital and stepped into his car. His movements were slow and faltering, betraying the weakness he refused to acknowledge. The hospital bill was settled by Lucas, who also urged his boss to rest and recover in the hospital. But Alessandro remained stubbornly defiant, unwilling to heed anyone's advice.

When the car arrived at the apartment building, they all waited anxiously for the mafia king to emerge. A sudden stillness enveloped them as they held their breath. Even after a while, there was no sign of movement from Alessandro. Eventually, Lucas approached the car door with concern. He carefully opened it, only to reveal that the mafia king had passed out once again.

"Mr. Vinci, I'm very worried about the boss," Lucas expressed his concern. "Please, do something. I can't bear to see him slowly killing himself like this. It's torture."

Matteo sighed heavily as he observed the guards carefully carrying the hefty and imposing mafia king inside the apartment.

"We may not be able to do much, but I know someone who can certainly do something." Matteo declared, nodding to Lucas to take care of Alessandro in his absence.

With determination in his eyes, Matteo departed, resolved to execute the plan forming in his mind.

Mia returned from the work and was enjoying dinner with Emily and her kids when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly, she set aside her food and went to answer the door, leaving her meal half-finished on the plate. Her first reaction was one of immense shock upon finding Matteo Vinci standing on her doorstep, but she quickly composed herself. "Yes, how may I help you?" she asked, her tone polite but guarded, masking any hint of her inner turmoil.

"Only you can help me," Matteo replied, desperation evident in his voice.

"What do you mean?" Mia asked, offended by his cryptic statement. Inside, many questions. swirled in her mind, but she remained calm.

"I mean you have to come with me." Matteo insisted sternly.

Finished

He was not in a good mood, his heart heavy with anxiety after witnessing Alessandro's state. He knew he had to do something for his friend, and Mia was his last hope.

"Excuse me? I think you're mistaken, mister," Mia scowled, beginning to close the door. However. Matteo stopped her from shutting it, pressing a hand against the doorframe. Please, Miss Peterson, come with me. Alessandro is dying, and only you can save him," Manteo pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he set aside his pride. "How...how can I save him? I'm not a doctor." Mia stamhered nervously, her heart racing at the mention of the infamous mafia king.

The fact is, even the doctor can't save him, but you can," Matteo declared, leaving Mia even more confused.

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Mia didn't know why she agreed to come to Alessandro's apartment in the first place. But when Matteo pleaded and said Alessandro Valentino was in this situation because of saving her, she couldn't deny him the help.

As Mia arrived at Alessandro's apartment, she found doctors and nurses standing outside the mafia king's room.

"What's going on?" she asked in a hushed voice to Matteo, who led her to Alessandro's room.

"No one dares to go inside his room unless they have a death wish," Matteo replied grumpily, still annoyed at his stubborn friend.

Mia swallowed hard. "When no one is willing to enter his room, you want me to go into the lion's den?!" Her eyes widened with realization.

"No! No!" Matteo held up his hand. "Alessandro won't do anything to you," he asserted.

Why?!" Mia frowned, not believing the cunning lawyer.

Lawyers are always liars and not trustworthy.

Matteo wanted to give her the actual reason. He wanted to tell her that she looked like Alessandro's wife, whom the Italian don loved more than his life. But he was afraid that she would get

scared and run for her life, so he thought it was better to keep his mouth shut.

"He saved your life, remember?!" Matteo smiled awkwardly. "So he won't kill you; otherwise, who will complete his house?" he reasoned, making Mia nod.

"It makes sense."

"Doctor!" Matteo called out, and the doctor rushed toward them.

"This is Miss Peterson. Describe everything to her, and I'm sure she can handle it alone," Matteo said with so much confidence, making Mia even more nervous.

She didn't know whether she was ready to do it or not. But standing here and seeing everyone's confidence in her, she couldn't refuse the task.

The doctor briefed Mia about the medications, emphasizing that it was crucial for Alessandro to eat meals at regular intervals to regain his strength and recover soon. He explained how to 'take the mafia king's vitals and then gave Mia some medicines with detailed instructions.

and an

Taking a deep breath, she slowly placed her hand on the doorknob and twisted it, her heart racing at rocket speed. She glanced back at Matteo, who gave her a thumbs up encouraging smile before gesturing for her to go ahead.

Pervert Finished

Mia pushed the door open, and her frantic eyes immediately fell on the huge bed in the center, where the formidable don was lying with his eyes closed. She was so nervous that she couldn't look anywhere else, missing how lavishly his room was designed with ivory and grey furnishings.

She stepped inside and glanced over her shoulder when she heard the door close behind her. They had trapped her inside.

Although Alessandro was sleeping, his huge, bulky form was very intimidating. All the bad memories of his cruelty resurfaced in Mia's mind when she was Aria, his wife. The only instinct she had at that moment was to run away, but then her eyes fell on his face. He looked very weak and sick. The dark circles under his eyes west very prominent. His appearance was disheveled, and when she took a closer look, her heart ached for the mafia king. He had lost a lot of weight and looked pale from losing blood after being shot in the shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the bandage on his shoulder was drenched in blood. It meant he hadn't let anyone help him with his daily chores or even change his dressing. In this way, he would get an infection and die very soon. Her heart skipped a beat at this thought, and she hurried over, placing the medicines the doctors had given her on the bedside table.

She recalled the instructions the doctors had given her and touched Alessandro's head to check his temperature. He was slightly warm but didn't seem to have a fever. Her eyes roamed over his beautiful features. Even in this condition, there was no doubt he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. She tenderly caressed his stubbled cheeks and wiped. the hair away from his forehead.

Suddenly, Alessandro's eyes snapped open, shooting daggers at the person who disturbed his sleep. Mia gasped in fear as he clutched her soft hand so tightly she thought he would crush

But as soon as Alessandro's eyes fell on the most beautiful face he thought he would never see again, his head spun not from weakness but from longing. He thought he was dreaming: how could it be possible she was in his room, near his bed? "You're not real, are you?" he murmured in a haze, looking at Mia with dazed eyes.

"I am real!" Mia protested, her voice almost inaudible from fear.

Before she could understand what was happening, the mafia king pulled her closer, making her hover over him. His breath fanned Mia's face, making her feel intoxicated by his proximity. God, even in this condition, so weak and wounded, he was so powerful and intimidating. Mia swallowed, trying to free herself from his grip.

Seeing her up close and inhaling her sweet scent, Alessandro realized she was actually in his room. But his heart wanted more, and he couldn't stop himself as he grabbed her nape and pulled her face closer.

Mia's eyes widened in surprise when his full red lips slammed onto hers hard. Even though

he was not in his right mental and physical state, he kissed her. Again. He was such a... Pervert

 

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Mia was so shocked. This man looked so weak and sick that even the doctors and his people. were worried about his well-being.

But in this moment, he was holding her so tightly and kissing her with so much hunger and desire that he seemed perfectly healthy and very strong.

The moment his tempting lips started moving against hers and his tongue began coaxing hier lips to part and let it enter, Mia felt her whole world begin to fade around her, and she lost the ability to think or do anything but give in to his seduction. Her eyes fluttered closed as her hands touched his hard and chiseled bare chest. His skin felt so soft and alluring that she ran her hands along his torso and wanted to keep doing it. Her mind wanted to protest, but as if under some strong spell, it gave in and let desire take over her every sense. The spell broke when Alessandro felt she was out of breath, and he pulled away.

"You're really here!" he announced, still looking at her with a dazzling gaze,

"I told you, Mr. Valentino. Now will you let me go?" Mia spat out, breathing heavily, still catching her breath after being thoroughly kissed.

Alessandro sighed before releasing her. Mia quickly straightened up, taking a step away from his bed.

"What are you doing here, Miss Peterson?" Alessandro asked, narrowing his eyes at her, trying to read her face.

Mia wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her lips were still stinging from the mafia king's rough kiss.

"Why are you not taking your medicines?" Mia shot back, asking a question in response.

"Do you care?" Alessandro lifted a dark, thick eyebrow in question.

"I... I..." Mia was speechless for a moment before she fought back, "Of course not. But you were shot because of me. So it's on me if anything happens to you," she kept a plain, flat expression as she uttered.

"Huh! Don't worry. It's not about you. I am responsible for my own life. Alessandro dismissed her indifferently, turning on his back and looking up at the ceiling.

Mia was frustrated by his stubborn response and his careless attitude toward his own life. She took the soup and sat on his bed, holding a spoonful of it. Have it," she demanded.

Alessandro shifted his head slightly to gaze at the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

holding the soup bowl and looking at him with so much concern, which she miserably failed to conceal from her eyes.

But Alessandro silently turned his head away, making Mia more furious.

"What do you want, Mr. Valentino?" she scowled.

"I don't want anything," he replied coldly.

His voice was so weak and dull that it made Mia's eyes glisten with worry.

"You have to finish the whole bowl of soup, and then you will take your medicine," she ordered authoritatively in her sweet voice.

Alessandro was amused to hear her. No one had ever ordered him around in his entire life.

When he didn't respond, Mia added with irritation in her voice, "I don't have the entire night to bear your tantrums. So finish it quickly," she commanded harshly.

"I don't like this soup," Alessandro muttered sullenly.

"Huh!" Mia blinked in confusion.

"They make the worst soup in the world. I don't want to eat it. I like steak soup with vegetables of my choice in it," he reasoned.

Mia rolled her eyes in frustration. Of course, she knew how fussy he could be about his food. She had been cooking for him for her entire life and knew exactly how he liked his soup.

She didn't say anything but left the room swiftly. Alessandro was surprised by her sudden departure and was disappointed as well. He closed his eyes again and tried to sleep. Matteo was shocked to see Mia leaving Alessandro's room in a hurry.

"What's the matter? Is everything alright?" Matteo asked, furrowing in confusion.

"Where is the kitchen?" Mia asked instead of replying to him.

"Kitchen?" Matteo was taken aback by the unexpected response.

"Yes, show me quickly," Mia demanded urgently

Nodding, Matteo swiftly led her to the kitchen. Mia asked for some ingredients and utensils. The staff quickly obeyed and helped her prepare the steak soup Alessandro liked. After Mia cooked the soup, she poured it into a big bowl and set aside some extra for later.

She took the soup to Alessandro's room, and as she opened the door, Alessandro's eyes

at Mia. He had been trying to sleep but couldn't after Mia left without

snapped open, looking Mia placed the soup on the bedside table and set a food tray on the bed.

"Get up and sit straight," she instructed. Alessandro slowly got up, his eyes never leaving Mia. Mia took the tray and placed it before Alessandro, then placed the soup bowl in it.

"Eat up," she gestured.

""Feed me!" Alessandro demanded in return.

"What?" Mia gasped in surprise at his unexpected response.

"Feed me," Alessandro repeated. "or I won't eat it."

Arrogant prick!

Mia cursed in her mind, but she took the soup spoon and began feeding the Italian don.

As Alessandro took the first spoonful of soup into his mouth, his senses came alive. It tasted exactly as he used to eat in his life. This was the taste he was missing, and he involuntarily moaned, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. Mia blushed when he asked, "Who made it?"

"Umm... I tried to prepare it. I hope it didn't disappoint you," Mia murmured, biting her lip.

Suddenly, Alessandro grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing both her palms and letting his lips linger on her soft skin longer than necessary.

"What... What are you doing, Mr. Valentino?" Mia protested, feeling tingles erupt where his lips touched and spreading all over her hands, her arms, and creeping through her body. She resisted the urge to squirm so badly. "Your hands are so precious, Miss Peterson. They have the magic to make me want to eat again. Otherwise, I would have lost my appetite years ago," Alessandro confessed, looking into Mia's eyes hopelessly.

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Alessandro finished the last spoonful of soup and then took his medicines.

"Mr. Valentino, you're set for the night. I need to leave now, but I've made extra soup f when you get hungry." Mia said as she rose, placing the food tray on the coffee table.

"No, stay." Alessandro demanded, his hand darting out to grasp Mia's wrist.

for

Mia was taken aback, her eyes widening as she looked at the mafia king's large hand clutching her thin wrist possessively.

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"Mr. Valentino!" she swallowed hard under his intense gaze. "I have to get home. My children are waiting for me."

Alessandro's expression softened slightly at the mention of her children.

"I'll arrange for them to come here and live comfortably," he offered without hesitation.

"No!" Mia gasped, her voice trembling.

She didn't want him to meet her children. Hell, she was more worried about her genius twins. They were smarter than anyone could imagine and would sense something was amiss immediately. Explaining everything to them would be impossible. She couldn't lie to her children, but the truth would be too painful for their young minds.

"They can't come here," she blurted out impulsively.

"Why?!" Alessandro frowned, his grip tightening.

"Why would we live here with you, Mr. Valentino?" Mia shot back, twisting her wrist in a futile attempt to free herself from the Italian don's iron grip.

"I would love for you all to live here. The apartment is very spacious," Alessandro reasoned. calmly.

"No, thanks. We have our own big house and are happy where we are. So if you'll let me go, I'll take my leave," Mia glared at him, annoyance flashing in her ev

"Please, Miss Peterson. I still don't feel well. What if you leave and something happens me?" Alessandro's voice dripped with emotional blackmail, making Mia roll her eyes.

"After all, I got hurt because of you," he added with a pout.

Mia's head spun-did she really see the big bad mafia king pouting at her? It felt like witnessing the eighth wonder of the world, a breaking news story in itself. The deadly, ruthless Alessandro Valentino could be so cute-who would have thought? Hell, no one would believe her if she told them.

u're overreacting, Mr. Valentino. The doctors are here, your whole staff is here. It doesn't tter if I'm not here," Mia retorted in frustration.

ay!" Alessandro demanded, ignoring her reasoning.

s intense blue eyes seemed unable to look away from her for even a minute. He wanted thing more than to gaze at her the entire night without even blinking.

a stared at him, irritation flashing in her eyes, while Alessandro's gaze softened. They ked eyes for what felt like an eternity, until Mia realized he wasn't going to let her go.

ghing, she sat on the edge of the bed, thinking she would leave once he fell asleep. essandro kept a firm grip on her hand, as if fearing she would disappear if he let go. After a * minutes, Alessandro's eyes closed, and he tried to sleep. When he opened them at @ment later, he heard soft snoring. To his surprise, Mia had fallen asleep, her head resting ainst the bed's backrest.

was amused by how peacefully and carelessly she slept. Clearly, she was exhausted after a ng day. Carefully, he lifted himself up and gently tucked his arm under her knees, pulling ronto the bed and tucking her under the covers.

ia snuggled closer into his warmth as if it was the most natural thing for her. Alessandro's art fluttered with excitement and joy he hadn't felt in years. He let her rest on his shoulder, e one that was actually hurt, forgetting about his pain as this beautiful woman sought mfort in his embrace.

arefully, he reached for his phone on the bedside table and composed a text for Matteo. He structed him to go to Mia's place and inform her family that she would be staying the ight. He also reminded his best friend to tell the bodyguards to be extra vigilant. After the tack, he had assigned them to keep a close watch on Mia and her family, ensuring their afety at all times.

latteo's reply came quickly, assuring the mafia king that he would personally convey the jessage and check on the children.

fatteo quickly left and bought some ice cream on the way for the children. Standing before Mia's luxury apartment, he straightened his suit before ringing the bell. The guard had Iready informed Emily about Matteo's arrival, and only after her approval could he come ip to the door. Emily opened the door, and Matteo was momentarily dazed by the beauty before him. When he heard about Mia's assistant, he expected a plain, boring woman who also looked ifter the interior designer's children in her spare time. Instead, he was surprised to find that Emily Yang was a very attractive and sexy woman. Matteo felt a stir in his pants and cursed inder his breath. He was not here to get laid but to convey the mafia king's message. However, the way his mouth went dry as Emily looked at him with her chocolate-brown made him feel a sudden, urgent need he wasn't expecting.

"Good evening. Miss Yang. I'm Matteo Vinci. Mr. Valentino's lawyer," he introduced himself. trying to maintain his composure.

"Good evening. Mr. Vinci. Tell me, what do you need?" Emily responded with a furrow. She was confused as to why this handsome lawyer was here at this hour of the night.

"You!" Matteo blurted out, taking Emily off guard.

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Chase After Her

Emily blinked, the frown on her beautiful face deepening. "Excuse me?"

Matteo's face flushed as he realized what he had just said.

"I-I mean, I have a message for you from Mr. Valentino," he stammered, rubbing his nape awkwardly. It was the first time in his life he was behaving recklessly before a woman who had him tongue-tied. As a very successful lawyer, no one had ever made him shut up like this.

Emily's expression turned cold as she eyed Matteo from head to toe with suspicion. "What is it. Mr. Vinci?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can I come in, please?" Matteo said, and without waiting for her response, he stepped inside, causing Emily to take a step back.

"Where are the kids?" Matteo asked loudly, observing his surroundings.

Emily frowned at the audacity of the lawyer. "Mr. Vinci, you are here to deliver a message, not to intrude on our home."

"I brought some ice cream for them in hopes they'll like it. Please, call them," Matteo insisted with his charming smile.

In truth, he wanted to see the twins; he was curious after seeing them in photos and noticing the similarity they shared with Alessandro. He wanted to see it for himself with his own eyes.

"First, you tell me where Mia is," Emily demanded sternly.

Mia had texted her when she had to leave with Matteo in a hurry, but then she couldn't find the time to text her back. Emily was still worried and waiting for her to return home. It was getting late, and Emily had put the twins to bed as they had school in the morning. Mia knew she could trust Emily with her home and kids. That was their bond after years of living together as single women, standing against the world and being each other's rock.

"Mr. Valentino's health deteriorated," Matteo lied. Though in reality, after Mia went to Alessandro's place, he felt better than ever. "So Miss Peterson had to stay there to watch over Mr. Valentino's condition."

"What?!" Emily found it very hard to believe. "Do you not have doctors that Mia has to stay back for checking on your boss?" she spat out fiercely.

Matteo smirked, observing the furious kitten before him, who looked so tiny and delicate that he could crush her under him when he would take her to bed.

Clearing his throat, he shook the indecent thoughts from his head about this little vixen. tempting him with her blazing eyes and feisty mouth. He needed to focus on the task athand..

But all he could think of was many ways to put her wicked mouth to work somewhere else. and make her scream in ecstasy.

"Eyes here. Mr. Vinci," Emily snapped when she noticed Matteo staring at her lips while she was speaking.

"Yes, Miss Yang, what were you saying?" Matteo feigned innocence.

Emily groaned in frustration when Matteo took a seat on the sofa and made himself comfortable; he didn't seem to be leaving tonight.

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"Why couldn't I reach out to Mia on the phone? I tried to talk to her, but her number was not connecting." Emily complained.

"That was because of safety protocols, Miss Yang. Mr. Valentino is very successful and a key target

for his rivals, so security is a must, and we restrict other phone networks in his house. But I will let you talk to her in the morning." Matteo assured with a soft smile.

Emily was relieved to know Mia was alright, but this man before her seemed very dicey.

"Okay, if you have given all the information, I need you to leave our place, Mr. Vinci." Emily demanded.

Matteo panicked; he didn't want to leave so soon. He wanted to spend some more time with this most alluring woman he had ever seen in his life.

"Are you single, Miss Yang?" Matteo asked promptly, not believing in beating around the bush anymore.

"I am divorced," Emily replied bitterly.

Matteo was disappointed to hear the hurt in her voice. Did her broken marriage still affect. her, and why would she have to leave her ex-husband? Yes, it would have been her who had left because only a big fool could leave a woman like Emily Yang. She was a gem, always to be cherished with love and care. "That means you're single, Miss Yang," Matteo beamed.

Emily shook her head. "Not ready to mingle, Mr. Vinci," she retorted fiercely.

Emily hadn't dated since her marriage ended six years ago. She still couldn't get over the trauma her ex-husband had inflicted upon her. He cheated on her while abusing her physically and mentally. He had broken her into so many pieces that she could never trust a man again in the same way.

"Now I am very tired and want to rest. If you don't mind, can you please leave?!" Emily

gestured to the door, and Matteo was amused.

Finished

It was also the first time in his life when a woman resisted his charm while he openly flirted with her, telling her how much he was interested in her. Yet, Emily seemed not even a percent interested in him.

"Okay, Miss Yang. Just because you need a good sleep, I will take my leave, despite not wanting to go," he sighed, making Emily roll her eyes.

She waited impatiently for him to get up, her eyes sending a clear warning that she needed him to leave immediately. Matteo slowly rose and made his way to the door. As he stepped out and turned to say good night to Emily and give herhis number, the door was slammed shut in his face.

Matteo was stunned for a moment before he laughed aloud. This woman was different, and it would be interesting to chase after her.

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He Is Shameless Finished

Alessandro yawned as he woke up, realizing someone was sleeping in his embrace. He opened his eyes and was mesmerized by the stunning woman sleeping like an adorable child clinging to him. He felt so fresh and rejuvenated, like never before in his life, as he had

slept so well for the first time in years.

Slowly, Alessandro lifted his hand and rubbed the dried drool from the corner of Mia's mouth before tucking her hair behind her ears to get a clear view of her beautiful face. His heart wanted nothing more than to just stare at the woman sleeping peacefully on his wounded shoulder.

Then he realized his shoulder had started bleeding again, and his arm was numb from lack of motion. But still, he didn't want to move it from beneath Mia's head and disturb her serene slumber. He kept staring at her to his heart's content, never wanting this moment to end.

As if sensing someone's intense gaze on her, Mia opened her eyes, blinking in astonishment at the most handsome face watching her with longing and desire. She felt like she was still in a dream, in the bed and in the arms of her mafia husband. Before she could distinguish. between dream and reality, Alessandro closed the gap and pressed his lips to her parted ones. Her eyes fluttered closed as she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The Italian don deepened the kiss. His lips moved with urgency and intense hunger. He nibbled and tugged at her lips, while his tongue slid into her sweet mouth, caressing her. tongue and not leaving a single corner of Mia's sweet mouth untouched. Mia moaned in ecstasy, and Alessandro lost the last thread of his control. He switched their positions, making her lie beneath him while he hovered over her, his large body pressing down on her soft curves.

Alessandro bit roughly her lower lip, pulling it hard between his teeth, while his arms circled her waist so tightly, pulling her closer to his hard body. His other hand grabbed her. nape possessively, not willing to let her move her head away. Mia felt like she would pass out from the extreme sensation her mafia husband was swirling inside her. Another reason was that she felt like she was out of oxygen as Alessandro kissed her so deeply and hard, not letting her gasp for a single breath.

Just as she was about to faint, Alessandro broke the kiss. His hooded eyes, full of lust, watched her with so much desire and hunger while his morning wood pressed hard between her legs. Mia opened her eyes and looked at the dreamy face above her, still feeling her head spinning from the enchanting touch and alluring smell of the man holding her in his arms.

Alessandro's head lowered again, and his eager lips touched Mia's in a fierce kiss. Mia's hands fell to Alessandro's hair, tugging his short, soft curls and massaging his scalp instinctively. Her lips moved on impulse, kissing him back and she felt like she was in heaven. Pure heaven.

Such a beautiful erotic dream it was! she thought, moaning into Alessandro's mouth.

Ne komend to never wake up and end this dream Suddenly, the sound of the door opening paled her back to matin, und the red dream-the mafia king was kissing her

arabie Des frantu eyes blinked at the mafia king as he growled. "Get out to whoever was at the dow disturbing den intimate morning session

The person didn't say a moment longer, not wanting to risk his life, and left immediately, cloving the door behind him.

Alessandro Valentino kissed her again!

Feeling very annoyed at the mafia king's audacity, she pushed him angrily, and Alessandro rolled to the left, giving her space to breathe.

"What..." she began to scold him, but he beat her to it.

"You kissed me, Miss Peterson, in my bed. You were sleeping in my arms the whole night, using my body to warm you. You have to take responsibility for this," the Italian don accused shamelessly, making Mia gape at him, dumbfounded. "But.. but.." she tried to fight off.

But again, the mafia king took her off guard. "That's exploitation of a patient who is hurt because of saving you, Miss Peterson. Have some conscience and finish what you started," he said, his expression stem and serious as he took her hand and placed it over his hard bulge.

Mia tumed crimson red instantly and tried to pull her hand away, but Alessandro didn't let

her.

"Mr. Valentino!" Mia gritted her teeth furiously. "Let me go or I will scream," she threatened.

Alessandro let out a heavy breath before leaving her hand. That's really unfair, Miss Peterson. My staff had also seen you kissing me. What about my reputation?"

Mia's head was spinning as she sat on the bed clutching her head. This man was really a good. businessman, turning every situation in his favor.

"What do you want, Mr. Valentino?" Mia snapped, glaring at him.

But then her eyes fell on the crimson color leaking from the bandage on Alessandro's shoulder and drenching the bed sheet.

"Oh my God!" She gasped, grabbing Alessandro's arm and observing his shoulder. Alessandro winced, feeling the pain shooting from the wound in his shoulder through his hand.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Valentino," Mia murmured, feeling very guilty for not paying attention to his shoulder.

He might have gotten hurt while they slept in the same bed. Then she remembered she was on his shoulder when she woke up. Shit, it was all her fault then.

"I am... Let me call the doctors quickly," she blurted out, panicking. She was about to get up and run for the door, but Alessandro grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. She looked at him in confusion.

"So, how are you going to compensate for it, Miss Peterson?" Alessandro demanded, making her frown with irritation.