chapter seventeen

ALESSANDRO’S POV

Leaving Lorenzo’s house that night, I knew I had no other choice left but to kill Isabella. I kept wondering why it had to be her. But then being a mafia killer, one bred only to take orders and carry them out without complaint, especially ones that involved taking lives, I knew I had to do it.

I didn’t go back to my house that night. Well, it was actually almost morning. Instead I went to a club, hoping to get myself in the mood for my next mission…killing Isabella.

I casually walked into the VIP session as the general one was too noisy for me to take and ordered for a drink which I gulped down slowly as I let my eyes dart around the room.

“Hey handsome, care for a dance?” a lady approached me and offered her hand.

I ignored her and continued sipping on my drink. This was the worst moment for me to dance with a seductress. I needed my head straight and was in no mood for one of these bitches. But seemed my message wasn’t clear enough to her as she insisted.

“Jus