chapter 7

Mr Alessandro Esposito P.O.V

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8: I'm only a fool for you. Or maybe you're too good for me.

The one person I wouldn't ever want to ever see anyway close to my line of work is her. The one woman who holds a sacred place in my heart that can't ever be tormented with is her.

She's close...very close. A few feet away but feel so far away. Her dark hair twinkles like the stars do up the night sky. Her round body curved to perfection begging for my touch. Her eyes bewitching me with a single glance.

A sick way, she's got me wrapped around her fucking waist and she's got no idea of. Something that I hope she never finds out.  In the world I live in, we couldn't fall in love. We never fall in love.

Our older brother, Valentino had was forced to marry a woman he had no feelings towards just in case because if he had married someone he felt for he wouldn't survive this world filled with dominating Alpha males.

Right now, he, Valentino makes sure he imprints that same thought in our heads. He had threatened us, if a woman ever so weakens us than he would personally shoot her before our eyes and maybe that's another reason why I kept her away.

I'm the youngest brother so that left me with less problems to face. I remember walking into the said bastards office just a few days before I turned twenty, the same day I confessed my love for Bianca Halsall in front of the whole Alexandrite University, in the Campus with every single one watching me.

I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be as I walked up the few stairs to my brothers office. Fico always locked himself in there like he needed to solve the crime world's problem more than air.

I knocked lightly on the wooden red door, imprinted with his initials in bold letters, F.V.R.E was written right at the top. I knocked a few more times and when I heard a grunt form the mobster in the room, I decided to open up the door.

At first I didn't see him, my eyes looking around the messy dark room filed with papers and documents. He was the one to always over-work himself, a lot of times.

I'd always wished for someone, if not a lover but a woman who could hold him down and teach him the beauty of life instead of being couped up in his office unless a mission came forth.

"Pedro, what a pleasant surprise." Fico greeted me.

"Good to see you too, Fico. You look..." I raised my eyes at his red, bloodshot ones. "...busy."

Fico laughs, slamming a file close as I took the seat in front him. "You know.  Work is work, someone's got to do all the work."

"Mmmh." I nodded, entranced by the amount of papers laid messily on the table. I wouldn't ever want to involve myself in the family business, even though I was already a little in it, I wouldn't ever want to fully get in, never.

The thought does leave me restless. Especially with the realisation, that I've just fallen in love with a woman.

"So, what brings you here little brother?" Fico cut straight to the point. Raising one of his bushy dark brows that almost match mine...just more unkept.

"I want out." No time to play around and that's something my brothers have taught me. Don't beat around the bush, it never ends well. "I don't want to continue in thus line of business anymore."

"Can I ask why all suddenly? You were willingly to become a member just a week ago, Pedro? Who changed you?"

My eyes ake in the shock in his eyes. He straightens forward, looking me straight in the eyes, pinning me to place. His jaw was tense and I felt the tension rise in the room.

"It's not about who changed me, Fico. It's about what changed." I look in his eyes to see how serious I am. "And to answer to that, it isn't only about why, what or who... I haven't really been in the business."

"Explain to me what makes you believe you haven't. We've made you feel like one of us, despite your age difference to us." Fico greeted out in anger, holding onto the little self-control he had.

"I don't want to continue. No one in the crime world knows me personally, because I haven't been in the business for more than a year, so that leaves me safe. I want to live a normal like... with a woman and children. Not caught up in death missions, or waiting for the one day my life ends."

He listens with a defeated scowl on his face. "You're in love." He states a fact I didn't know he'll get anyway close to.

"Yes. I'm in love. For her, I want to give the world, and for that to happen... I want out."

The room falls silent. Only his heavy breathing. He holds a hard glare on me, his teeth clenching and un-clenching. Then, I watch Fico, my brother who isn't only that but a beats sigh. "I'll let you leave than-"

"Fuck. I'm so glad you understand."

"With a condition." He sliced through the joy and relief before it could fully settle in. "You'll work as my sniper."

I bought Bianca to my penthouse again, even though she protested and screamed like I was a stranger trying to kidnap her. Somehow I got her in the car, forcefully, and drove. Ama greeted us, shocked to see Bianca after the little convo that went between them. She shared every detail to me. She really didn't have to because the was cameras every way in my house except my bedroom, with speakers also.

As for now. I had my bedroom door shut. Staring at her as she backs away from me. Her cheeks stained with tears she shouldn't share for me... or maybe the man she saw me kill. The thought of her grieving a man or thinking of another disturbs me.

"Bianca." We had to face the elephant in the room. We couldn't keep running. I know she had questions, even though I couldn't answer to all, I can try answering some.

I also wanted to ask why she left that day. I had rushed to a solve something in the office because my employee's were lazy fucker who couldn't do their work properly.

I was only gone for an hour, and that's all it took for her to pack up and go, my sheets smelling like her familiar lavender body smell. My room filled with memories and her smell. "We have to talk and-"

"I have nothing to say to you."

"I do." I glare at her and she looked away, looking at the wall behind me. "I have so many things to discuss with you. So many questions."

"I don't own you any answers, Alessandro." She snarls. "Why should I give you answers when you left me without any."

My chest heaved, I forced a blank expression on. That were the things I couldn't answer to. "Are you hungry?"

"No. Why do you care?"

"I do, even if you don't believe it. I really do care about you."

Bianca groans, looking at her feet. "Can I leave now?"

"Sit. Let's talk."

"Have nothing to say to you-"

"Will you stop running and fucking sit." Bianca glared at me, my orders not meeting well with her. She hesitated but took a sit on my bed.

"You have 5 minutes."

My eyes took her in. I truly missed her. She's completely grown up to be more beautiful than she was in University. She's curvier, her jaw sharper and her skin smooth with the memories of my skin on hers that other night.

Her eyes, darker than the colour I remembered. And her lips even fuller, almost swallon.

I moved and sat next to her, not too close... giving her space. "Why did you leave?" I asked.

Bianca chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Am I not the one who supposed to ask that?"

"No." I said blankly, watching her hiss in anger as she glared at me. "The night we..." I stopped, looking at her to see if she'd say anything, but she didn't. "I came back and found you gone"

"Isn't that what one-night-stands do after sex." She asked boldly.

"That wasn't a one-"

"What was it than? Us making fucking love or something!?" She exclaims loudly. "We aren't together and we don't even know each other!"

My eyes narrowed, suddenly standing up. I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her to me, our lips a breath away.  Bianca gasped, her eyes dazed as she fights for me to let her go. Her eyes dropping on my lips and back up.

She exhaled when my hands wrapped around her waist, biting down at her lips and making my eyes look at her lips. The same lips I nearly swallowed when I had the fucking chance to touch her again.

She fucking addicting...

"You think we're nothing." Saying calmly, she shivers, making me smirk lightly. "Explain to me why I can't stop thinking about a stranger, about you?"

"This isn't some cliché romance book, Alessandro. This real-fucking-life."

"This feeling is fucking real too!" I said, catching her off guard before  slammed my lips on hers, her back immediately arched as she fisted my shirt un her palm.

I kissed her slowly, sucking on her lips softly as she filled my senses. Her smell, her touch, her lips, the sounds she makes.

They all intoxicated me...

Suddenly I was rough, desperately needing more and hoping that she would refuse me. I needed her. My tongue ran over her bottom lip and she groaned, refusing to let me in.

Pinching her waist, a soft gasp left her lips, giving an opportunity to thrust my tongue in her mouth. My eyes almost rolling to the back fo my head at how fucking desperate I needed to be in her as of now.

She trembled slightly in my grasp, her one hand around my neck and the other holding the shirt desperately on my chest.

My hand slid down on its own and I grabbed her ass in my palms, groaning in her mouth as I finally got to touch this two favourite body parts of hers.

Squeezing her ass, my body bends a little and I grabbed her thighs and hosted her up. Her legs immediately wrapping around my waist. Before  knew it, I was hovering ontop of her as she was spread under me on my bed.

Her hair wild on the sheets, creating a beautiful image. Her chest moving up and down rapidly. Nails running down my my back.

Our tongues met and tangled with its own love language. I tasted each part of her mouth and groaned, bitting hard on her lip. She gasped, her eyes opening as she pulled away.

We stared at each other, dazed, none saying a word. Her hands still around me when she dropped them in the bed. My eyes watched her attentively, cursing myself right now. If she happens to stop this I'd probably die with blue balls.

My forehead connected with hers and she narrowed her eyes a little. "What are we doing?" She asked.

"What does it look like, baby?"

"Looks like you're forcing yourself on me."

I frowned when a sharp wave of anger came over me. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Get off me." She said sharply.

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-k