LEONARDO'S POVWhile walking out of the restaurant with Alessio, Isabella, and Elizabetta, I couldn't resist stealing glances at Rosalina. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the fire in her spirit, and her unapologetic confidence were alluring beyond words. She had a magnetic presence that drew me in, and I found myself captivated by her every move.It was the way she carried herself with that high-and-mighty aura. Some might mistake it for arrogance, but I knew this woman was the epitome of confidence.But there was also a vulnerability beneath her tough exterior that I could relate to, having lost my own mother at a young age. Our shared experience of loss seemed to have lifted a certain barrier between us.With each step, her dark hair swayed gracefully as we strolled down the sidewalk, and I couldn't help but admire her elegance. Despite her initial resistance, I respected her fiercely independent nature. It was a refreshing change from the typical social norms I was accu
ROSALINA'S POV"Thanks for dropping me off," I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle, ready to step out of the car and end this cat-and-mouse game.Leonardo's hand gently caught my arm, stopping me from opening the door. His eyes bore into mine."Wait," It was a plea. "Before you go, there is something I wanna say."I sighed, feeling a tug in my heart at his earnestness. "What is it, Leo?" I asked, bracing myself for whatever he was about to confess.He took his time, gathering his thoughts. "I don't want to just be acquaintances with you. I want us to be more. I want to explore where this could lead."I stared at him, conflicted. Part of me longed to give in to his advances and see where this newfound chemistry could take us. Even if it was purely physical. But another part of me, the more cautious and guarded part, reminded me of the consequences that could arise from getting involved with a man like him. "Leonardo," I began, my voice firm. I wanted to make things
LEONARDO'S POVI watched as Rosalina walked away, her figure receding into the distance like a fading dream. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence of the driveway, each step a drumbeat of uncertainty that reverberated through my soul.As I leaned back in the driver's seat, the scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the woman who had captured my thoughts and desires. The leather interior of the car felt cold against my skin, mirroring the emptiness that had settled in my chest.Her rejection stung, and yet, there was a glimmer of hope in her words, a chance that she might one day give me a chance. But for now, I had to respect her boundaries, give her the space. I could never force her to love me, nor could I manipulate my way inside her heart. That was I wanted her so much. She saw the real me. Perhaps that was why she wanted to keep her distance. However, I was aware that my feelings for her were genuine in their own way.And I had made up my m
LEONARDO'S POV"Leo, you're up next!" the fight club organizer called out, and I cracked my knuckles, ready to deliver some pain.I wrapped my hands tightly with worn-out tape. I glanced around, taking in the eager faces of spectators, each looking for that thrill that only a brutal fight could provide. Tonight, I was the one who would give them that thrill.As I stepped into the ring, the cheers and hollers from the crowd fueled my confidence. I knew they loved my ruthless fighting style, and I was ready to show them why I was known as "The Enforcer."My opponent took a step towards me. I couldn't help but notice the tightness in his muscles and the intensity in his eyes, which were firmly locked onto mine. He exuded an intimidating aura, with his formidable size dominating the space around him. However, instead of feeling fear, I found myself welcoming the danger that lay ahead. I loved the rush of facing someone who looked like they could kill me.With the bell's resounding ring,
ROSALINA'S POVI exited the bustling college campus after a long day of classes, the weight of my backpack seemed to lighten with each step. The warm spring breeze gently tousled my hair, creating a sense of calm as I looked forward to my evening coffee date with Leonardo. He had promised to pick me up after my last lecture, and now as I walked towards the parking lot, I spotted him leaning against his sleek red Ferrari, the embodiment of his charismatic charm.He flashed the most brightest smile as he laid his eyes on me and I could help but smile back at him. Cazzo, he had the most contagious smiles known to mankind.But as I drew closer, a frown etched its way upon my face, my eyes darting towards the bruises near his lips.I reached out my fingers to touch softly brush them against his bruise. "What happened?"His brows eyebrows raised, taken aback by my unexpected gesture. But then he took hold of my hand and kissed my palm, catching me off guard instead."Fight club." He replied
LEONARDO'S POVRosalina answered her phone, her beautiful face turning distant and aloof. She glanced at my direction before looking outside the window. I followed her gaze and saw that bastard was glaring at me with a murderous intent. I was all too familiar with that look, many men had given me that look before, before I plummeted them to near death.I didn't think twice before I snatched the phone from her hand. "Hey!""Listen here, you punk," I growled into the phone, my New York accent thickening with each word. "You're interrupting our date and I ain't got time for your bullshit. So why don't you crawl back into whatever hole you came from and leave us the hell alone?"Sebastian's voice on the other end of the line was cold and threatening. "Stay out of her life. She doesn't deserve a brat like you."I couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. "Too good for me? Is that what you think, tough guy? Let me tell you something. Rosalina's a big girl, she can make her own damn decision
LEONARDO'S POVFrustrated and regretful, I watched Rosalina through the rearview mirror as the cab pulled away. I couldn't fucking believe I let shit spiral out of control like this. It was all that fucking asshole Sebastian's fault. If that possessive, controlling prick hadn't been in the picture, none of this fucking mess would have gone down."Damn it, Sebastian," I muttered to myself as I turned away from the disappearing cab. "This is all your fault. You had to come and ruin everything, didn't you?"I walked back to where Sebastian was standing, still holding his bleeding nose with a scowl etched across his face. He looked at me with disdain. "She's not some random girl, Leonardo. She is a principessa, a Russo. Keep your filthy hands to yourself.""Don't you dare bring her family into this," I shot back, my voice low and dangerous.Sebastian laughed bitterly, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "You think you know her, but you don't. She's been through so mu
ROSALINA'S POVI stood in the bustling kitchen, surrounded by the familiar aromas of simmering sauces and freshly baked bread. Nonna, my beloved grandmother, commanded the chaos with graceful ease, her weathered hands expertly maneuvering pots and pans.As I carefully sliced tomatoes for Nonna's famous marinara sauce, a thought escaped my lips before I could stop it. "I'm never getting married," I declared, my voice carrying a hint a rebellion.Nonna's hands faltered for a moment, a tiny gasp escaping her thin lips. She turned to face me, her eyes searching mine for any sign of jest. Finding none, a disapproving frown creased her forehead. "Don't be ridiculous, every woman should get married."I met Nonna's gaze head-on. I admired her for the strength she possessed, for the life she had built for herself. But somewhere within me, a fire burned fiercely, igniting the desire to forge my own path, untouched by societal norms imposed by the Cosa Nostra. I was pretty sure I would be the ne