chapter 3

Mr Alessandro Esposito P.O.V

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3: The bed is getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear.

"Is that all, sir?"

"Get Felix to send Gabrielle flowers from me."

Donald nodded. "Which flowers does Ms Gabrielle specifically like?" My hand fisted and I tore my gaze away from the documents.

Pinning Donald with my eyes. "I don't fucking care what kind of flowers she likes. Get her any shit you see. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." He walked out of my office after that. The door thudding softly behind him.

I sighed, groaning when a sharp pain wouldn't leave my shoulders. I rolled them,  trying to release some tension from my shoulders.

The documents I was reading made no fucking sense. I've been going over it for the past two days and came up with nothing. A man, Carter Jameston, is a junior business man who literally pushed his way in the crime industry a year ago.

Carter is still very immature and clueless to know how we run this fucking crime business with my four brothers.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, not getting shit when he proposed a stupid plan that would clearly not work.

"Andro?" My head whipped to look in the eyes of one person I wouldn't ever want to see in my fucking office.

She had that same skin tight dress she wore three hours ago. Her eyes narrowed and she made her way towards my table.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Gabrielle?"

"How dare you fucking leave me in a restaurant, in the middle of our date." She earned a glare from my side. This woman was getting on my last fucking nerve.

"I had more important things to attend to." She snorted, moving to stand just in front of me, her red long nails snatched the document I held.

"What could be more fucking important then me, Andro."

"Everything. Every fucking thing is important to me more then you are." I smirked, satisfied with the anger that bubbled up in her. "What are you doing in my office?"

"You can't just leave me alone, in a restaurant and expect me not to get mad." She snapped, Gabrielle threw the document in the air and papers flew every where.

I felt something snap in me. "Gabrielle!" I was on my feet, wishing to strangle her to death.

"What the fuck do you thing daddy will think, huh Andro?!" She shouted back, her heels clicked, moving rapidly. Gabrielle grabbed on my tie and yanked me to her, her red lips snarled.

"He shouldn't be thinking any fucking thing. I sent you flowers."

"Fuck your flowers!" I was pushed by my chest and my jaw tensed in anger. Teeth gritting as I faught the demon in me not to snap.

Fuck, I could pull out my gun and blow her motherfucking face right here and now. But...

"You sent me sunflowers, Andro. You know I hate them!"

"They're flowers. If you don't like them then throw them the fuck away." Sure, she didn't take that lightly.

Gabrielle was a violent motherfucking whore. She got whatever the fuck she wanted with just a snap of her fingers. "If you mess with me again, Andro. I won't hesitate to kill her."

My limbs stayed cold, and my expression blank and hard. "You think I'm a fool don't you? It's been three years and all your threats had been nothing but words to me."

"This time I'm not fucking playing around. If I want her dead-" She snapped her fingers twice. "-I can make it happen in a sec, baby."

"We're done talking. Get out."

"I leave when I'm done, and we aren't done here, Andro." Gabrielle sharply stopped me, running her nails down my cheek. She bite down on her red lip. "You know my father doesn't play when it comes to me, baby. Your whore of a lover is only alive because I specifically told daddy not to touch a hair on her."

My hands grabbed on her waist and pulled her in. "Good. You did your part of the deal."

"...but you aren't doing yours. You're not loving me enough."

"This never was about love, Gabrielle. I can never love you." I said, grinning.

She screamed in frustration, and a slap whipped my face to the side, her eyes darkening. Gabrielle pulled me to face her by the collar of my shirt.

I smirked. "You just can't except the truth, can you, Gabrielle?" I raised a brow.

"You'll love me, Alessandro. You'll love me or I'll kill her!"

I laughed, shaking my head. My hands ran through her blonde locks. Watching as she easily showed me how I affected her with a touch. My lips landed on her forehead.

"You're insane." She gasped, not expecting me to tighten my hold on her hair and waist.

Grabbing her by the neck, I went to whisper in her ears. "Loving you is impossible, Gabrielle. You know someone else has my heart. Someone who deserves it, not a whore like you are."

"Watch me kill-" I shushed her, tightening my hold on her neck. She gaged, her eyes scanning my face in fright.

I tsked, crunching up my nose. "Even though I love someone else. I'm planning on marrying you. A fucking slut will be my wife in two weeks. You know, you're lucky to even get to look at me every single day, when I'm watching the love of my fucking life from a far distance. It isn't fair don't you think."

Gabrielle tried to push me off her but only got my hand yanking her face to look in my eyes. "I can't fucking touch her, but you can touch me. I can't hug her, love her. Show her just how fucking much she means to me." My breathing shortened, and all I can see is red. "I watched her cry for me. She begged me. She fucking begged me on her fucking knees. Me! Can you believe it?"

The look on her face when I roughly yanked her off me and muttered the words 'we're done' hunts me till this day. With that look, the one that wakes me up every morning with sweat crawling down my back is the dreams I have of our beautiful moments, now they just seem...dark.

"I left her. My everything, for... you." I spat my last word like poison. Gabrielle was shaking completely. I knew clearly I shouldn't be talking like this in front of her because this woman was pure evil but this was it, I had enough of her bullshit.

Looking in her brown eyes. "So listen carefully, Ms Capitalia, I'm getting married to you. We've been engaged for two years and this is the time you've been waiting for haven't you." She nodded.

"Then shut up. Leave her the fuck alone and let's focus on this....us. okay? Be a good bitch and don't be in my fucking business."

And I let her go, pushing her roughly off me. The strong smell of her expensive perfume bothering me. She stumbles back, her eyes darkening in slits.

Patting down on my suite, I smiled sweetly at her, walking calmly and sitting on my chair. I looked up, with the most fakest sweet voice,  I said. "Would you be a sweetheart and pick up the papers?"

Gabrielle sharply started collecting the papers on the floor, her nails crunching them up in the ends.

Once she had them all, she slammed them on my desk, making me smirk. "Here it is, darling." She played along, narrowing her eyes.

Already moving towards the door. Gabrielle froze and turned to look at me to my disappointment. She smiled, not looking the least convincing, she looked straight away fake. "Baby?" She called and I winced, but smiled in response to her call.

"Would you please be early. Daddy is coming for dinner tonight. I wouldn't want you to look bad in his eyes."

"I thought he already hated my gut, love."

"Only when you do the shitiest things to his daughter, love."

I chuckled. "Oh my, I wonder why."

"Don't be late."

I groaned, nodding and watched her leave. She purposefully slammed the door shut behind her.

And I smiled, grabbing my personal phone. I dialed Jimmy. "Get Davis and Kyle ready along with you. We're going to meet someone."

"Yes, boss."

Soon enough, I was sited in my Limo, with Jimmy, Davis and Kyle. Kyle as the driver. "Where to boss?"

"Fiona. My sisters apartment."

Maybe I'll get to touch her today, feel her skin on mine. Bianca Halsall.

My Bianca.

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K~☺