Alexander jolted awake, his heart rate skyrocketing and cold sweat beaded at his forehead. He took in a deep breath, coming to his senses and registering his surroundings, reassuring himself that he wasn't in Iraq leading a raid but back in his home country.
This wasn't the first time he had woken up to a nightmare but it didn't mean he was used to it, each time it was just as startling and difficult as the last.
He looked at the digital clock placed at the bedside table, it read 6 30 AM so he threw off the covers and swung his legs off the bed, standing and heading to the bathroom for a shower. It wasn't like he would've gotten much sleep anyways.
Alexander was given the pool house in the Gambino estate because it was fairly close to the main house, in fact, Isla's bedroom window was could be seen from the pool house so in case of emergency he wouldn't have to peruse around the whole estate in order to get to the main house.
After a good shower he got dressed in one of his expensive Armani suits with polished boots before heading out the room, grabbing an apple for breakfast and making his way towards the main house.
It was 7 30 by the time he was in front of the main house. The guards stationed at the entrance let him in and he stepped inside.
It was grande, no surprise there.
A maid he recognized from before but didn't care enough to remember her name made her way to him.
"You're early, she wakes up at 8, she'll come out of the room by 8 30 for breakfast" she told him and he nodded.
"I'll wait in front of her room then, guide me there" he demanded, voice cold.
"You sure cause you can wait here" she said with a nervous look on her face, to her he was a scary man.
"It's my responsibility to keep her safe once she steps out of her room, I don't want to risk it" he said stoically getting impatient.
The maid talked too much.
Taking the hint the maid, Molly, whose name he didn't remember guided him to Isla's room door.
It was up the grand staircase and to the right.
Alexander took his position in the hallway as the maid left him alone. He waited impatiently for Isla to come out of the room though none of that impatience was shown on his poker face.
Currently, Alexander was stationed at the kitchen door of the main house.
Apparently Isla had kicked out the chef from the kitchen for the time being cause she wanted to bake a cake, even though the chef had insisted to make one for her.
Alexander watched her amusedly though his face was masking his amusement as she sauntered around the kitchen with the music playing in the background on her pink Bluetooth speaker, not too loud but occasionally she would absentmindedly start swaying her hips which was so sultry unbeknownst to her. She would also time to time look at him and pass a him a smile.
His face was stoic, his heart a whole other story.
He stood there for hours as she finally brought the cake out of the oven and started lathering it with cream and decorating it. Never once did he get bored and now a mouth watering smell of home baked goods filled the air.
She grinned looking at her handy work. She baked a red velvet cake and the outcome was so satisfying. One day, if hat day comes, she wanted to open a bakery of her own, she certainly had the talent for it.
"Looks pretty good doesn't it Alex?" She asked, her blue eyes gleaming as she looked at him.
"Yes ma'am" he answered almost letting a smile slip but concealed himself.
She got a plate and cut a slice. She was so excited to make Alexander taste her baking.
She picked up the plate and the spoon and stood before him at the door. Excitedly she sliced note onto the spoon and held it to his face, she had to extend her hand a little upwards cause he was a good foot taller than her almost.
Alexander's eyes widened slightly as he saw the extended spoon in front of him. She wanted him to eat at his job and not only that but by her hand, one look at her and he knew her actions were innocent and oblivious.
"I can not ma'am, I am on duty" he explained looking down at her.
"Oh come on just taste it, I am a good baker" she tried
"It's not very professional ma'am" he explained again but it didn't seem to work.
"Well then it's an order from me, try it, just a taste and then I won't bug you I promise please" she pleaded.
His resolve gave in.
Leaning down, he took the bite of cake from the spoon extended in front of him by her hand.
The cake was delicious maybe the best he'd ever had, maybe that was due to the fact he ate it from her hand but everything aside, she was a marvelous baker.
She frowned as his face remained stoic as he chewed.
"So? How is it?" She asked looking at him hopefully.
"It's great ma'am, you're an exceptional baker" he complimented and a shit eating grin spread across her face, all her dimples showing.
She looked so vibrant.
"I told you so" she said childishly before taking a bite from the same plate and spoon, not thinking too much of it.
"You know, I wanna be baker someday with a bakery of my own with my own kitchen and all sorts of baking utilities, I've even fantasized about what the interior would look like, there will definitely be spinning stools" she rambled on about her fantasy bakery.
He listened to each and every word of her rambling, clinging onto it.
In all honesty, if it was up to him he would buy her fucking bakery just to see her happy and grinning like before.
Everything in the world is worth that grin.
It was dark outside and it was night time as the clock read 9:00 PM. A yawn escaped Isla's mouth as she stretched on the couch, Alexander standing right behind her.Doesn't he get tired standing? She thought. She felt bad for him, his legs must ache at night."Alex?" She said getting his attention."Yes ma'am?" He asked."Don't you get tired? Don't your legs hurt?" She asked peering up at him with concerned eyes.His heart warmed at her concern. Her question was so innocent, it was hard to imagine that this angel was the daughter of a notorious mafia boss."No ma'am, I am used to it, we train for it" he explains in a few words.She nodded her head, still not satisfied but it was his job so she couldn't say anything about it.Another yawn escaped her lips and she rubbed her eyes. She was very tired."Alright Alex, I am gonna go sleep now, I liked your company today, now you go sleep too and I'll see you tomorrow" she said
Isla sat at the pool side dipping her dainty feet in the cold water after hiking her white, silk nightie up to her knees.A chill traveled up her legs to her neck making her shiver a little bit the cold sensation felt relaxing on her feet.It was late at night and she could hear the chipper of the crickets. She had snuck out of the main house to the pool house, it was a hobby of hers when sleep wouldn't come to her easy or she'd wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to go to sleep. It was the latter this time.She was lost in thought when she heard footsteps approaching near the pool and she turned her head around to see who it was. She could see the silhouette of a familiar tall bulky man nearing her.She was surprised to see the silhouette belonged to Alexander who had just returned from his raid mission and was quite astonished himself to find her sitting there by the pool.She looked like an angel in white silk to him, a fae.
Alexander groggily blinked his eyes open as he heard the chirping of birds outside. Opening his eyes wide and rubbing the sleep away from them his brows furrowed as he felt a strange weight on his lap and an ache in his neck.Rotating his neck side to side in order to get the stiffness out he looked down to find Isla halfway curled up on his lap as her hands fisted his trousers and her hair sprawled over his shirt, she looked like an angel and the sight of her warmed his heart.He had stiffly sat on the bed and fallen asleep beside her while sitting and somehow in her sleep, she ended up halfway with her head on his lap.He took a glance at the time seeing it was 6 45 AM and it would be wise to get her back to the main house before anyone noticed her absence.How badly he didn't wanna wake her up and just keep her with him forever but that would go against all rules and principles.So taking a deep breath he lightly shook her form."Mi
There was this invisible line at the Luxe bridge as the three escalades stood in a row with seemingly absolute precision just as same as their SUVs were lined in front of the escalades, on the opposite side.Alexander along with eight of his armed men got out of the SUV just as the Campbell men did.Yet again Alexander and his men were outnumbered by Campbell men, it was 9 against 12 but it hadn't come to that yet and he sincerely hoped it didn't cause he didn't feel like going back with a bloody wound again, it was a nuisance to clean and bandage the only one.Sometimes he thought if he just did this for the kicks which he probably did because he didn't feel that sense of loyalty towards Richard Gambino but his daughter Isla moon Gambino was a whole different story, he knew if it came down to it he would give up his life without a second thought for her.He shook his head rid of thoughts of the girl bringing his focus back to the situation at hand.
Isla had recovered from her cold in less than a week with the help of Alexander's supervision who kept on reminding her to take her meds and gave her that look that kept her away from ice pops. She found it so endearing.Dare she say that the slight crush she had on him had developed into full-on having feelings for him, which was so wrong and she knew so but she couldn't deny her feelings neither could she admit them out loud."Well... this sucks" she huffed plopping on the couch like a sack of potatoes with her cheeks red and puffed out.They were in the main house, Alexander standing guard by a wall watching her huff and puff about not being able to go outside since it was raining. It was quite an amusing sight but as always, he kept his face straight."What am I suppose to do now?" she questioned no one in particular.Just then one of the men came in instantly putting Alexander on alert as he stepped forward, standing right beside where I
Alexander held open the door of the Limousine for the beautiful miss who got in with a faint blush on her cheeks, her dad getting in from the other side as the chauffeur held open the door for him.Alexander was instructed to be seated with Isla and her father for protection and so he got in after Isla taking a seat in front of her another guard, Mr. Gambino's personal guard got in the car sitting right in front of Richard.Isla bit her lower lip as she felt her bare knee brush against Alexander's pant clad thigh and her already red face flushed even more.This little action didn't go unnoticed by Alexander either. It was getting harder by the second for him to control himself and keep his facial expressions neutral with her creamy leg brushing up against his in the packed limo and her teeth tugging at her luscious lips.God did he wanna nite that lip for her instead.Isla looked up from toying with her fingers for a moment and her gaze met Alexand
Isla gasped out in fear and horror as people started panicking and running shoving past one another to get to safety.Isla felt helpless and blind in the pitch blackness, her mind in a frenzy. People had their phone lights on but she had left hers inside her clutch which was on the table they were seated at.Isla felt the tears, wet and cold streaming down her cheeks as she searched for the familiar faces of her dad and Alexander in the pitch dark.More gun shots were fired making her heart hammer so hard against her chest that she could hear her own heartbeat.Alexander who has jumped into action as soon as the lights went out had headed for the direction Isla was in but it was so chaotic that he kept on losing her in the dark, however, with the aid of his flashlight he located Isla, smack dab in the middle of the hall looking scared as hell.Without a second thought he ran towards her direction, with his gun in one hand and the flashlight in the
The next morning Alexander was up and about earlier than usual as he relieved the guard outside Isla's room earlier which the guard appreciated since Alexander took his place instead.In reality, it was those brutal nightmares that kept him up all night after he had gotten Isla safely to her room and made sure the medic cleared her before taking his leave for the night.By the looks of it, she slept through the night which was good cause she needed all the rest that she could get in order to wear the exhaustion off.The previous night he had been absolutely terrified for what might have been the first time or if he ever felt that way it wasn't often enough for him to recall that feeling but last night when the lights went off and gunshots were heard with people screaming, running in every which way in their panicky state for a moment he was back hidden behind a rock like a coward that he considered himself for that day while his comrades died through the hands o