*Alberto’s POV* “If you don’t get out of there this damn second, I’m breaking this fūcking door down.” I muttered as I banged on the bathroom door. Maybe I had gone overboard earlier with her, but she needed to be taught a lesson. It was not any easier for me. That, and I couldn’t risk Francisco finding us. Like actually finding us this time. I’ll make it up to her after dinner though. I’ll make her pūssy cūm like it never had. “Leave me alone!” She shouted back, making me grind my teeth together before stepping back and kicking the door open. “What the fūck?” She yelped, turning around quickly only for me to grab her by her neck and pull her closer to me. “You’re testing my fūcking patience, Angel. You don’t want to see me upset.” I informed her through clenched teeth. “Now get your pretty little asš outside before I spank you so fūcking hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week.” She rolled her eyes before leaning forward. “Promises, promises.” She mumbled, clicking her tong
*Alberto’s POV* “What the fūck is this, Alberto!” I heard Francisco hiss from behind me, making me close my eyes and squeeze Isa’s asš gently for her to unlock her legs. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid and fūck, did he find out in the worst way possible. “My fūcking brother.” He laughed darkly as I unhooked Isa’s legs from my waist before setting her on her feet. “Papa—” Isa exhaled, but Francisco interrupted. “Don’t fūcking talk to me right now, Isadora Blanco Di Luca.” He spat, making me grit my teeth. “I’m talking to him!” “Get out of here, Angel.” I whispered in her ear as I reached for the robe on the bed and handed it to her. “No, Padrino.” She replied in a quivery voice as she looked behind me in slight panic. “I can’t fūcking believe this. I can’t! How could you do this to me!” He snarled, pressing the gun to the back of my head. At this point, I didn’t know if he would shoot or not. It wasn’t his style to shoot someone behind their backs, but he did cat
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***WARNING | BRIEF TRIGGER WARNING*** *Alberto’s POV* “Where is he?” I asked my men as I rolled up my sleeves. “He is tied up in the back.” Edgardo replied, nodding towards the closed room. “Hmmm. And the men that helped him?” I asked them as I grabbed the machete and twirled it around. “Dead, Capo.” He replied quickly. “Good.” I said as I reached for the door handle. The room smelled of blood and metal, making me smile in satisfaction. I took a deep sniff of the air before my eyes met his. “Alberto.” Yaser coughed out before he spat blood all over the floor. “Don’t act so surprised, Yaser.” I chuckled as I grabbed his hair, pulling him to face me. “You didn’t expect me to not find out, did you?” “Those are lies. I would never betray you.” He cried out in panic, making me roll my eyes. “Shut up!” I roared, punching him across the face. “I hate it when you all act like whiny bītches. Take it like a man.” I said as I kneed him in the stomach, making him groan. “Luck is on your
*Alberto’s POV* “Wrists.” I muttered as she lifted her wrists together for them to be tied. I wrapped her wrists tightly with my belt, making it so tight that she released a whimper. “On the couch.” I told her as she quickly got to her feet and sat on the couch, keeping her eyes on the floor. I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper as I stared at her naked body. “Spread those legs for your capo.” I told her as I grabbed my cōck and started stroking myself. She opened her legs as far apart as she could, reclining back just a little bit in the process. “Arms up, Slūt.” I said, causing her to moan softly. Daniella was a sucker for degrading, which was why she had lasted as long as she had. I loved degrading women in bed. It was sort of my thing. I walked closer to her, finding her completely wet and ready to be fūcked. “Well, aren’t you just a needy little whōre?” I chuckled as I grabbed her by her hair and brought her closer to my cōck. She quickly opened her mouth, forcing me
*Alberto’s POV* Sleep? It’s been years since I have experienced a decent sleep. And today was no different. I mean who could sleep when, in just a few hours, I will see my angel again. When I say see her again, I mean, physically, since I have plenty of her pictures, lying around my room and office. Just because I have stayed away, doesn’t mean Francisco hasn’t sent me pictures that I have had printed in different sizes. Now, here I was, sitting in my private jet on my way to Italy with a drink in one hand and my angel’s photo in another. I always carry this specific picture in my wallet. It was my favorite of hers. One that I didn’t get from her father, but from her I*******m account. Not that I knew how to use that social media shīt, but the men I had keeping an eye on her told me about them and helped me navigate it. This one was of her at the beach on spring break. That little teeny swimsuit always did a number on me. “Capo.” One of my guys called to me, making me turn from th
*Alberto’s POV* I was pissed but I had managed to keep my poker face on all night. Lucky for me, no one noticed. I also controlled my drinking because drunk Alberto would have shot a few, no questions asked. “Alberto, fratello.” (Italian for Alberto, brother.”) Francisco called me over. Fūck! And here I thought I could sneak away to my bedroom. I still can’t believe I agreed to stay here too. Bad decisions, one after another. “Francisco.” I replied, raising my watered down whiskey glass. “I was just heading out. I have a slight headache.” I told him as he nodded at me. “Mi piacerebbe sedermi con te domattina.” (Italian for “I'd like to sit with you in the morning.”) He told me as he puffed on his cigar. “Dammi un momento, gattina.” (Italian for “Give me a moment, kitten.”) He told the woman sitting on his lap. I don’t get how his wife doesn’t give him shīt when he does that in her face. But hey, if it worked for them, who was I to judge them? He smacked the woman in her asš bef
*Alberto’s POV* This was so wrong but yet felt so fūcking right. The way her lips moved against mine and her tongue caressed mine, had me ready to explode. This. I. Fūck. I can’t. “Isa, please.” I blurted out when I pulled her off my lips. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. I saw the way you looked at me.” She said as she bit her lips. “What way?” I faked ignorance, knowing damn well that I wanted to explore every inch of her perfect body. “Like you wanted to bend me over and fūck me like a little slūt.” She said, making my eyes grow wide. She wasn’t far from the truth, but hearing it come out of that perfect little mouth, did a number on me. Now I didn’t just want to fūck her ruthlessly, I wanted to spank her and teach her who was boss. But I knew I couldn’t. Not her. Not my angel. “Isa, I don’t know—” I was saying when she placed her finger over my lips. “Don’t deny it. I know you want me as much as I want you.” She whispered as her hand reached for my cōck, wrapping her fi