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Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY.
“I am a breath away from ripping your arm off, Mrs DeLuca.” Alessandro snarls in a murderous tone. I cup my stinging cheek, glaring at Mrs DeLuca with shock written all over my face, mirroring her eyes.“What the cazzo is going on?” Alessandro asks harshly, dropping her hand as he comes and stands in front of me.Mrs DeLuca gulps, her eyes darting between Alessandro and me as she remains standing in front of us in silence. “She… I… We…" “I bumped into her as I was exiting the office, and she nutted off at me.” I simply state the truth as I remove my hand from my face. “And why did you slap Miss Bishop across the face?” He growls. “She was rude, and she was telling me about-”“I accused her of eavesdropping.” I cut her off mid-sentence. Sidling up to his side, he ensnares her upper arm with a firm grip, causing her to gaze up at him with eyes brimming with sheer terror. She knows damn well what she did, and she isn't going to be able to spin her lies this time.We got eyes on he
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-ONE.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I lean back in my office chair, trying to piece the puzzle I had absolutely no idea I was attempting to solve. Maverick, Roman and Gio. I knew there was something odd about Gio. When he first came to me, asking me to join the famiglia, I was hesitant at first because he wasn’t able to give me a back story of his famiglia.He spoke little Italian, and he told me it was because he was adopted.After learning that he formerly worked for a large security corporation that offered highly trained bodyguards for mega stars staying in the country for work.I turned to Riccardo for a second opinion, and he advised me that it wouldn’t hurt to have someone with his credentials join our famiglia.Maybe I should have overlooked Gios’ sob story and done a deep dive into his background – into his famiglia lineage.I toss the feathered ink pen across the room and tear the fucking photograph into tiny pieces. That's going to be an image that will mentally stick to me l
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-TWO.
The double doors to my father's room burst open, and I jump to my feet to see who the hell has disturbed our peace, ready to bite their head off. I cautiously advance three steps, my heart pounding in my chest, only to retreat five steps in sheer terror as Alessandro, bursts into the room with his entourage of four loyal henchmen hot on his heels.He's got a fire in his eyes, a burning rage that could melt steel. And for once, I feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me, like a vice tightening around my soul. He steps forward, his presence looming over me, his jaw clenching with a ticking time bomb of fury.Our eyes meet, and he ensnares my wrists with a swift, calculated move, firmly clasping them between our bodies. He doesn't utter a single word, nothing—zilch. He fixes his steely gaze upon me, and a shiver runs down my spine. In that instant, I feel the weight of every ill-fated choice I've ever made, each one leading us inevitably to this crossroad.As his vice-like gr
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-THREE.
I open my mouth to scream, only to find myself being dragged to the ground. My shoulder hits the cold hospital floor with a thud and my head bounces off a large warm hand.Alessandros’ hand. He's thrown his body in front of me, protecting me from the hail of bullets ripping through the room. Tiny shattered glass fragments rained down from above, dancing through the air like deadly confetti.Gasping for air, “my father!” I struggle under his weight, trying to push him off me, but he is too heavy and doesn't budge. “He's okay, Renzo is shielding him,” he hisses in a hushed tone, his cheek pressed against mine. He slightly rolls onto his side, examining me with his eyes, and his hand cups the side of my jaw. “Are you okay, Farfalla?” He asks through ragged breaths. I nod my head with glassy eyes as I stare into his blue irises. “Are you?” I try to suppress the sob that's slowly erupting from the pit of my stomach, making me feel sick. He lets out a low grunt as he peers down at
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-FOUR.
“I honestly don't know. But they're becoming very impatient, and they said that if you don’t hurry, they will start shooting again.” She turns to her side, using her body to open the door wider.Wiping the corners of my mouth, I straighten my back, clearing my throat as I take a glimpse at myself in the mirror.'You’ve got this.' I say to myself, finding the last ounce of courage I have within. “Let's go.” My voice quivers. We exit the restroom, and the chaos through the corridors is still alive and thriving. As we approach the nurse's station, which is surrounded by agents wearing masks of frustration. Every nerve in my body is screaming at me to turn away and run. “Miss Bishop?” A man asks me with the phone in his hand.I gulp as I nod my head. “Yes,” I croak out. Multiple sets of eyes are watching me, and I suddenly feel very self-cautious. He passes me the cordless phone, “they're requesting to speak with you.” He steps away when I take the phone from his grasp. “Don't say
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-FIVE.
I Push through the double swinging doors that direct me into the room where my father and Alessandro are currently resting. Looking toward the far corner, I see my father’s bed has been pushed against the wall. Two nurses are fussing over him, one is sorting out the cords to his machines and the other is... Hmm...Actually, I haven't got the slightest clue what she is up to. Instead of fussing over my father, she is standing there taking sneaky glimpses at Alessandro as she twirls her boxed dyed hair around her finger. I narrow my eyes and storm towards her, devouring the distance between us in a heartbeat.“I’m interested to know if you are here for my father, or here to eye fuck the big hunk of spunk across the room?” My voice was harsher than I had intended it to be. Her mouth forms an 'O'-like shape as her cheeks turn rosy red and her eyes drop to the ground. “I'm sorry, I didn't know he was spoken for.”"Does it matter? You are here to take care of your patients, not eye fu
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-SIX.
Leaning against the wall, I place the palm of my hand against my forehead. We've looked everywhere for Scarlett, and she is nowhere to be found. Ryan has taken the liberty to interrogate the nurses himself, and unfortunately, he has come back empty-handed. My heart won't stop racing with every breath I take, and my stomach feels like it has grown teeth, and it’s eating me from the inside out as I fear each breath I take can possibly be my last.“Three bombs.”Those were the hacker's words.They are willing to kill hundreds of people for one life. Ryan and I returned to the nurse's station to regroup and devise a fresh strategy for tracking Scarlett down. She couldn't have gotten very far.As we approach our destination, taking note that the desk is surrounded by agents once again as we get closer, I also notice that Alessandro is sitting in the desk chair.I shake my head, "what the fuck is he up to?" I think to myself, as I exhale deeply through my nostrils. The man has a de
Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress FIFTY-SEVEN.
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I sit paralysed as I watch Scarlett raise the gun to her chest, pointing the gun at my Ivy.The blood drains from my face, my eyes dart back and forth between the two women and for once in my life, I am at a loss for what to do.I cast my gaze back to Ivy, she looks hell-bent on letting Scarlett instil the ferocious sensation of fear in her. She takes a calculated step forward with her gaze heavily trained on the gun, and she raises her hands in mid-air. “I just want to answer the phone.” She says loud and clear in an even tone.Good Farfalla, don’t show her an ounce of your fear.“If I don't, they have threatened to start shooting and activate the bombs they have scattered through the hospital.” Ivy continues to speak as she holds her head up high and takes another step. “Hurt her, and I will make it rain with your blood,” I mutter under my breath to Scarlett, feeling the muscles on the side of my neck throbbing.I need to distract Scarlett. I need t
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