“Kiss me, Alissa; I want you to do things to me with your tongue." Russo groaned, and Alissa kissed the corners of his mouth with a grin. Her favorite mob lord was tied up, and at her mercy, she was free to do whatever she liked with him.
“Oh Russo, you have no idea what you are asking for,” she replied with a smirk before leaning even closer and
Alissa awoke with a start, the blaring of her alarm clock jolting her from a restless slumber. She had always been a morning person, but lately, her whole life has been hanging on the dark side of life. Her nights had become restless, plagued by thoughts of Russo, the mystery she wanted to unravel, and the tension that simmered between them. One thing she wasn’t sure of was if he was feeling the same way she felt. She was slowly fitting into this world, and for the first time, she was scared of not being able to walk away when all of this was over.
Not like she had gotten much sleep the night before, if you exclude the weird dream she was having, the new job Russo was pulling her on had been on her mind. The worst part is being kept in the dark, and now she can’t even guess what she was going to do. She only hoped it wasn’t going to get her killed and that Russo knew what he was doing.
Throwing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her tired eyes. Her first thought was of Russo. He always sent for her when he arrived at the office, and it had become a routine she was starting to get used to, but today was different.
Since he showed her her office on another floor in this mansion, she now has access to work there. Doing paper work and keeping records was a skill that Alissa didn’t know would come in handy, and now she was glad she knew how to do that too. Now taking down Russo wouldn’t be the only part. Russo seemed impressed when she told him she could do that too.
She wouldn’t forget his strict instructions about her not getting to the office before him, and he told her to treat this like a legal job. He even made a joke about how he was sure she had never been able to keep a legal job and she better keep this one. He hasn’t made mention of the new job he was pulling her into again, and the curiosity was killing her more than she cared to admit.
Hurriedly dressing in an outfit that struck the balance between professional and enticing, Alissa's thoughts raced. If there’s anything Alissa enjoyed here, it was her wardrobe. Russo spared no expense in making her dress.
Normally, Russo would have summoned her by now, but this morning was an exception. Perhaps he was dealing with a matter too delicate to involve her in, she speculated, trying to quell the flutter of anticipation that stirred within her. Maybe they were already making plans for the dangerous job.
Romero, Russo's loyal right-hand man, was just leaving the office when she arrived. His grim expression didn't escape her notice. She wondered what had changed ever since she got here, and she wondered if that was how he usually acts because
"Romero, has the boss been looking for me?" Alissa asked, her voice laced with concern. She didn’t have enough time to worry about his stoic attitude towards her; she had crazier things to worry about, like if she was late to work and her boss had already gotten mad.
Romero turned to face her, his usually stoic demeanor betraying a hint of uncertainty. "No, he came in earlier than usual and left almost immediately. He said he had important business to attend to."
She nodded to Romero and quickly made her way to her desk. There, she found a pile of paperwork waiting for her, a clear indication that Russo had indeed planned for her to be productive in his absence. With a sigh, she settled into her work, determined to make him proud. The files were detailed, and she knew what to do with them.
Hours passed in a blur as Alissa immersed herself in the intricacies of the tasks Russo had assigned her. She barely noticed the lunch hour come and go, her mind consumed by the work at hand. It was only when her phone pinged with a message that she realized how late it had become.
“Don’t skip lunch on my account; leave the work and get something to eat.” It was from Russo, and as she looked around the office, that meant he had been watching her do her work the whole time. A mixture of relief and disappointment washed over her. At least he had contacted her, but she thought they were over the avoidance part. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
Alissa finally allowed herself a short break to grab a quick lunch from the kitchen. The elevator ride down to the kitchen floor was uneventful as she made her way to the kitchen. After eating, she made her way to her room for a quick nap. She had no idea how tired she was until now.
She set her alarm for fifteen minutes, and she closed her eyes. When she woke up, she realized she had been sleeping longer than she had intended. She hurriedly got up and made her way back to the office space. She waited for the elevator to get to her; she still didn’t have enough strength to take the stairs, and when the elevator's door opened,she was shocked to find Russo coming out of it. She didn’t know he was back.
Alissa's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at him, surprised by his sudden presence. "You're back early," she stammered, desperately hoping he didn’t know she had been sleeping instead of working.
Russo's expression remained stern, but his dark eyes bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. It was almost as if he could read her thoughts.
"I'm in a rush; I have something urgent to attend to," he replied curtly, his voice low and gravelly, the very sound of it igniting the smoldering tension between them. She was more worried about whoever would be on the receiving end of his anger; her thoughts and prayers are with them.
"Should I accompany you?" she found herself asking before she could stop herself. She reminded herself that she was just doing her job and following orders. Her mission was to keep him as close as possible.
Russo shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "No, you need to focus on the work I've assigned you," he stated, his words tinged with a hint of irritation, and with that, he strode past her, leaving her downcast.
As Russo disappeared down the hallway, Alissa's emotions churned within her. Had she done something wrong? Was he pulling her away from the secret mission he spoke of? The unspoken tension between them weighed heavily on her mind, and she hated herself even more for desperately wanting to throw herself at him under the guise of doing her job when it was obvious her emotions were starting to get in the way.
Returning to her desk, she buried herself in her work, trying to suppress the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume her. Hours passed, and the dim office grew darker as evening descended. She was acutely aware of the unresolved tension between her and Russo, an electric current that had yet to be unleashed.
Finally completing her tasks, Alissa locked up the office with a heavy heart. She knew she needed rest, but the torment of their unfulfilled desires haunted her. As she went through her nightly routine, Russo's distant demeanor played on a loop in her mind.
Just as she was about to surrender to sleep, a thirst overcame her, and she remembered the need to refill her water jug. She descended the staircase to the living quarters, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. It was there that she overheard Russo's voice, laced with anger, berating Romero for a failed operation.
She froze, her heart pounding as she strained to listen. The air was thick with tension, and Russo's words were laced with fury. "I trusted you, Romero! If you ever make me rethink my decision to make you my right-hand man, I swear I'll blow your brains out."
Alissa's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with shock. She had never heard Russo so incensed before. As she attempted to retreat into the shadows, her eyes met Russo's, and she felt as if he had seen into the depths of her soul.
Without a word, she turned and fled to her room, her pulse racing. She wondered what would happen next.
When Alissa opened her eyes, she was surprised to see how much time had gone. Last night was one of the few nights she didn't get plagued by stupid nightmares, and she could sleep without interruptions. Her alarm had rung three times, and she slept through everything without flinching.The rush to the bathroom was something else, as she hurriedly tried to get ready without spending much time while praying desperately that Russo had gone out or something. She hadn't seen him since she heard his argument with Romero, and she ran. She only hoped he wouldn't mention it, and she hated how much it would make her look like a spy. She should have walked past them without running, and maybe it would have looked like she had no interest in their conversation. As Alissa rushed to prepare for the day, her heart raced with jitters. The thrill of her undercover mission had always been tempered by the danger that lurked around every corner. And now, after that kiss with Russo, her emotions were in
ALISSA’S POV I tossed around in bed before I decided to stand up, it was getting harder to have a decent night of sleep when one person kept clouding my thoughts. I don’t know whether to admit the reason he’s the one I think about a lot is because he’s the sole focus of my mission or if I’m somehow attracted to him. I am slowly getting used to my new life as a secretary to Alessandro Russo, even when my initial job descriptions didn’t involve that. I went from being a regular girl who needed a quick job and a place to stay to being the girl the boss trusted with vital documents. I don’t know if I ever passed my test, but it wasn’t mentioned again and Russo just kept being Russo with me. Today’s dream was kind of different from the rest of the dreams I’ve been having. At least I’m not being used in an immoral way in this dream, I probably should stop thinking and talking about them, maybe I’d stop having them for the last time. It’s better to be delusional“I don’t think I’ve ever s
ALISSA’S POV I had no idea what happened; one minute I was enjoying the party like Russo asked me to, this time alone. I made sure to stay away from those demonic women before I ended up throwing their asses in a pool or something, and the next morning, Russo would be punishing me. I was desperately trying not to think of Russo’s words too. I’ve learned to hold things that come from that man like a pinch of salt. He was playing games he was very good at, and I would stay the fuck out of it.“We are leaving immediately."That was all he said before he made his way towards the same entrance we came in from. I ditched the glass of champagne I was nursing and followed him. He sounded curt, and he looked very, very mad. I have no idea what happened, and I just hope it has nothing to do with me again. I mean, I already apologized to the damn woman, even if she came after me first. She called me a slut.He was already sitting in the car when I got there, and I got in right after him. He sti
ALISSA’S POV The air in Russo's office was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my shoulders as we gathered around his desk. Romero had finally unearthed the name of the person who had stolen Russo's phone, a theft that had cost us dearly. It took us a whole lot, but after a whole shipment went missing, Russo started putting everyone under pressure.It was Christine and her husband, Mathias. The same woman who had provoked me to twist her arm when she called me a lsut, I should have known that that stuoud woman was to no good. I hate that I was right about her being sketchy, and I should have done more than just twisting her arm; I should have beaten her properly for the love of God.Russo's voice was low and dangerous as he spoke, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Christine and her husband," he spat out the names like a curse. "They thought they could steal from me and get away with it. Now they’ve cost me a whole lot of shipping, and the
A warm, golden light illuminated Russo's extravagant bedroom when the sunshine from the early morning peaked through the drapes. At the threshold, I uncomfortably kneeled, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. This was not the way that I had envisioned my morning going. Last night, after he kissed me, I quickly escaped his embrace by breaking the kiss and running away. I was confused as to why I did that, and I'm finding that my feelings of remorse are only growing stronger.Even to me, that seemed to have a rather odd quality, and now here I am with a proposition for peace. I really wish I could explain the reasoning behind why I'm doing this, but I can't. I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself.Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the r
I pretended that I was going to look for Russo or something else as I carefully made my way inside his room. I pretended that I was going to seek for him. In actuality, I was heading there to spy on them; I've been absent from the FBI for some time, and throughout that time I haven't provided any genuine intelligence that makes it appear as though I'm working.I was having trouble concentrating and was becoming far too distracted. I was trying to make up for that by putting myself in potentially dangerous situations in an effort to obtain reliable intelligence. I had the impression that Russo's room would at least offer me with a hint of what was going on.I crossed the hallway with self-assurance so that when he checked the surveillance footage on the CCTV, he would not find anything to be suspicious. It wasn't until I looked out my window and saw him and Romero together that I realized he was out with Romero.While he and Romero were gone, the atmosphere in this area became increasi
As I slipped out of his room, I couldn't help but wonder what he would make of my unexpected advances. Had he suspected that I was up to something? And would he find out the truth about my real intentions? No matter how I wanted to come off as not suspicious, I was doing a terrible job of not coming off as cynical. I needed to stand up and move away from the stupid guilt that attacked me whenever I wanted to get involved with Russo. This wasn’t just me stepping away from the line, and this was plain stupid. Hours passed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at me. I knew I had to finish what I had started to uncover the secrets hidden within that ledger. Russo had hidden it in his room and not his office for a reason, and I needed to know why. That ledger seemed like something that would answer most of my answers, and I wasn’t going to let it go like that. When Russo finally left for a business dinner meeting later in the evening, I seized the opportunity to
The walk back to my room was everything I didn’t think it would be. After the dinner, I was expecting Russo to take things a bit higher, but it seemed like he had made his decision regarding me. He wasn’t going to make a move on me again. He didn’t even look at me like he wanted me all through the dinner; the conversations were light, and nothing hinted at him wanting to sleep with me. I had no idea why the thought that someone did not want me again was getting me worked up. L should be grateful he was giving me a chance to leave easily when all of this was over; he was giving me a chance not to break my own vow even when my husband had broken his. I shouldn’t be so down bad for a man who just wants to sleep with me and nothing more. I blame the fact that I worked with him every time and the fact that he was irresistible. Maybe he could be my desperately needed distraction if I stopped running from him. I wasn’t even dressed for the dinner, but it was the best. I enjoyed every bit o