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TW: Drug Abuse & Mature Content Sunday “Hello?” Amber asks the voice on the other end of the line. “Hey, Amber,” Amber recognizes Vera’s voice. “Vera,” Amber responds, “How’s everything going?” Vera answers, “Everything’s going well. I wanted to invite you to a party begin held in honor of our top models in the past year.” “That’s very kind of you, but I’m not sure if I can make it,” Amber expresses her disinterest. “I didn’t mention the venue or the date yet,” Vera utters. Amber waits. “It’s going to be held this Friday in the Oro Club,” Vera lets her know. “I’m busy, no can do,” Amber tells her. “Please, Amber, I’ve already let my clients and recruits know that you’ll be there. It will be embarrassing if you don’t turn up,” Vera pleads. “Vera, it was presumptuous to assume that I’d come,” Amber tells her. “I know, I’m sorry, but save me from the embarrassment,” Vera begs. “You don’t have to apologize, I’ll be there,” Amber lets her know. Then, she ends the call. “What have I
My Mafia Man Chapter 67: I Love You
Amber’s pov: “Over my dead body,” a low guttural voice asserts its dominance. Then, before I could comprehend what was going on, a hole formed in between the man’s eyes, and blood leaked out of it. His soul left his body right in front of me. I sink to the ground, but a pair of strong hands hold me right before I hit the bottom. “Tesoro, it’s okay, I’m here,” his whispers reassure and so do his strong arms. “Ale…Alessandro…” Only sobs leave my throat and water flows down my cheek, “Was that…Santino Martino?” “It was his brother, they look strikingly similar,” Alessandro says, scooping me up in his arms and leading me into the light, once again. He carries me to the car and takes me home. “What did he want?” My voice was still shaky. “I’ve got no idea,” Alessandro holds me close, asking, “Are you okay?” I nod, feeling better with every passing minute between his arms. Then, we enter my flat. His body still supporting me. “Stay with me tonight, Alessandro,” I request. “That goes
My Mafia Man Chapter 68: Unwelcome Guest
Our kissing session comes to an end as my phone rings. I pull away, my breath unsteady and my soul craving more. I stand on my feet and pick up the call. “Hey, Amber,” Liam says. “Hey,” I utter. “I will visit the art galleries today, and my training is coming along pretty well,” he lets me know. “That’s great,” I utter. “I hope you had fun yesterday,” Liam chuckles. Though confused by this gesture, I say, “Yeah, I did.” “Just don’t be mad at me for that,” he utters, and this adds more to my confusion. Nevertheless, I play it off with, “Yeah, no I’m not.” “Okay, then, have a nice day,” he ends the call after I wish him the same. I turn around to face Alessandro. He’s decked in last night’s suit again. Last night, I didn’t take time to note how beautifully it sits on him. “You look great in this,” I tell him. “Thank you,” he says, adjusting his sleeves. “I’ll get going now, Mrs. Bianchi,” He kisses my forehead before leaving. It is said that life is all about moments. Last night,
My Mafia Man Chapter 69: Up In The Air
Two Months Later Alessandro’s pov: “Mrs. Bianchi, how have the past six dates been?” I question, my arm carrying my satin coat. “Great, but this one might be the best,” she whispers as she scoots closer to me, eliminating all the space between us. “I never thought that you’d be so romantic, Alessandro,” she clutches onto my arm. “Me neither,” I chuckle, “The things I do for you.” I shake my head. She raises an eyebrow. “I’m not complaining,” I smile at her. “I’m so happy for you. The company’s profit share has increased this year tremendously,” she smiles at me. “Thank you, I received some help from an angel,” I whisper in her ear. Amber’s fame in Canoli has helped me gear up in my business. Other than the import and export business, I’ve also invested in artist agencies. Besides, my art pieces have started to get sold. Everything becomes better with her by my side. I never want to let her go. As the hot air balloon raises higher, her eyes sparkle, and she points at her favori
My Mafia Man Chapter 70: Work, Work and Work
TW: Mature Content Amber’s pov: Alessandro seems to be frozen in place. “Alessandro?” I whisper. He kisses me without a warning. “I fall for you every day, is that possible?” He questions, his hazels soft and relaxed. I smile at him and play with his hair as I say, “Don’t be late, Mr. Bianchi. I hate latecomers.” I turn around and go to sleep. His hands explore me for a while until they come to rest on my chest. The Next Morning “Amber, we can invest in our venture, why the external sources? They’re always risky,” Alessandro tells me as I hand over a plate with pancakes. “That’s what I thought of, but the investors will be donating the profits to charity and I know that we can do it on our own as well, but I had promised to help them out and this seems like the best way,” I explain. “Beauty with brains, you never fail to impress me,” Alessandro drizzles honey on his stack of pancakes. I interrupt it with my finger and suck the honey off my finger. His eyes quickly divert to my
My Mafia Man Chapter 71: New Beginnings
TW: Contains Mature Content Evening, at 6 p.m. Alessandro's pov: “The staff will arrive soon, so I think that this is good enough,” she places the roses in the vase. “Yeah,” I tell her, my eyes studying her every move. “You should wear black more often,” I tell her as I help her up the ladder. “Not the unicorn PJs?” She questions as she adjusts the decorations hanging from the ceiling. “No, that’s reserved for me,” I smile up at her and she smiles at me as she looks down. Then, she climbs down and we arrange the chairs. “Doesn't it feel great to do this work on your own?” She questions from one end of the hall. “Not really,” I’m honest with her from the other end. “I’m just doing it in honor of our mothers,” I let her know. “Hey, at least you’re doing it,” she chuckles and I get on with hammering the screw at the marked points. “Damn it,” I groan as the hammer jams my thumb. Amber turns around and rushes to me. “You didn’t groan when you got scarred, but a hammer hurt you?” S
My Mafia Man Chapter 72: Trapped By The Mole
Many Days Later “Kenna & Bella’s Dreams has been the week's hot topic and I’m sure that the hype will remain on an increasing scale for the year if not the decade,” a reporter speaks. “I’m rooting for the decade. The day of the inauguration was a grand success and the art gallery has been flooded with guests from all across the globe,” another reporter adds. “Isn’t it romantic how they have an art gallery together? Insider news says that Alessandro Bianchi got in touch with art nearly over a decade after his father’s demise because of his wife,” the third reporter chimes in. “They truly are a power couple,” the first reporter says, astonished. “Damn right we are,” Amber says, her eyes glued to the television screen, her hands fumbling with the remote, and her phone on speaker mode with Alessandro on the other end of the line. “Cocky much, Mrs. Bianchi?” Alessandro chuckles. “I’m not changing my statement,” she smiles at the television screen as they display pictures of them and
My Mafia Man Chapter 73: Dreadful Desires
Amber's pov: The sound of the waves crashing ashore might be loud, but Harlow’s words were louder. Tears flow down my eyes uncontrollably. This can’t be happening. It feels surreal. I’m going to break before this goes down. My phone rings. I can’t pick it up…It’s Alessandro. One of the guards walks in, and orders, “Pick it up! And act normal!” I pick up the call. “Alessandro…” My voice breaks. “Tesoro, is everything alright?” Alessandro is worried. “Yeah, it is,” I justify. “It sounds like you’ve been crying,” he says. “I just got emotional thinking about us, like how far we’ve come and all that,” I tell him. “Tesoro…” he chuckles, “I love you.” I whisper, “I love you too.” He then goes on, “This Friday, I won’t be coming home to you.” “What?” I question. “I’m going to have you driven somewhere,” he utters. I know. “Oh, okay,” I say. “That’s all that I had to say,” he utters. “Mhm, okay,” I can’t form sentences. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” Alessandro questions. “Yeah,” I
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