Alessia Romero
------ scrittrice There are perks to having a writer as your best friend. You get to be the first to read their first drafts, you can have your ideas added to their novels and whatnot. Then we have the downsides of it, and one is what I was going through at the moment. I took another sip of my cold cola, letting the drink sweep away the anger accumulating in me. I was on the verge of jumping on Carina and pulling her curls out, but God, I loved her curls. Maybe I needed to pull out her nose. I had a great chance to break it to her that my ass was in trouble. A deadly Mafia king whose face was unknown held me captive. But the idiot was busy fantasizing about Matteo. I was worried about her future husband. If he was gonna be ugly, then he would have a problem. Carina always drooled over a handsome man with fit physiques. When she sees one, she sees the main character of her novels, and Matteo happens to be a victim. "You won't face theAlessia Romero —--------- "Hi." Lazza greeted back. My brain could not function. I could feel the air in my lungs being sucked out. I wasn't sure why, but the sudden euphoria I had in me suddenly withered. He made an appearance. He took a seat next to me, in front of my bestie, whom I wanted to protect. Although he was dangerous, he acted as if nothing was amiss. I shoved my hands between my legs and that's when I realized my whole body was trembling. I could hear Carina's shrill voice ringing in my ears but at that moment, I had a lot going on in my head to understand what she was saying. What if the deal was to kidnap or hurt Carina? Why is he even here, it means that the deal involves Carina. I was terrified. Every cell in me went into a coma. I hated my life. That cologne, I could have smelt him as he walked into the restaurant. It was so obvious, everyone could smell him. But I didn't, I was too occupied "Right, Sia?" I snapped
Alessia Romero ------- I crawled out of the room, making sure to quietly shut the door. For the past two days, I had been sneaking into Lazza's room. I was not sure whether it was evolving to being a bad habit or anything. It started when I went to the dorms and realized that I couldn't sleep. My sleep was disturbed by the dog, who was purposely haunting me. Sneaking to his room was a hell of a task, but thank heavens he was a sleeper, else he could have caught me seated on a couch in his room, looking like an evil demon. I made no noise while leaving the wing. Guards who noticed my early presence around the boss' wing didn't question it. They probably thought I had spent two good nights sucking his dick. Disgusting. I didn't sleep, and if I did, it never lasted more than ten minutes. Every time I watched him sleep, I would wake up and spend the day in mighty peace, knowing I accomplished something the dog loved to do. It was early, five in the mor
Alessia Romero------"How well do you know the boss?" I was busy swiveling on Doctor Lucia's seat with my head pushed behind. My eyes rested on the white-painted ceiling of her clinic.She was occupied with doing some tests on the blood she had drawn out of my veins. I had hesitated to do that but she mentioned if I didn't agree to what she was instructed, it was to put her in trouble. I wasn't ready to put her or anyone in trouble."Not a lot. What is it that you want to know?" She asked. I could hear some beeping sounds overlapping in the room. They were emerging from hospital machines that were at work."A lot." I stopped swinging. "I want to have something that will give me a lead as to what the deal was. What does he love the most?"Lucia chuckled. "He loves perfection." She said. "He loved the dog and..." She hesitated. "...he loves his job.""Killing?" I asked as I sat up to face her."You know, maybe you should try to see him differently. Not like a killer and there, you will
Alessia Romero —-------- I slammed my hand against my mouth. I could feel myself losing it. The bodyguard who always worked with Matteo got murdered. They laid his body in a black body satchel on the floor. Doctor Lucia was busy examining it. I stood at a distance trying to avoid the fact that that was a dead person who came in like a delivery. My gaze darted to the Lazza, his hands were held akimbo as he stared down at the body. Matteo was next to him, both waiting for Doctor Lucia to give results. "Luigi loved Salvatore, it's why he is at this!" Romeo spoke. "What is that?" He bent over with his hands reaching out to the dead body's arm. Matteo also bent over to see what Romeo was pointing at. "Looks like he tattooed a message here," Romeo spoke. "It's a name." He announced and just after they all read it, they immediately turned behind where I stood frozen. Something was fishy, I could tell that the name had to do with me. I needed to go cl
Rodion Konstantin----somigliareI was perched on a wooden seat as I watched keenly the rotund man in an expensive midnight six-piece suit. Romero Da'vinci. He resembled her, I could see her eyes in his, her nose was almost of his shape, and the way he would blink twice at once, it was easy to see Alessia in him.That though was not something to hallelujah at, they had few things in contrast and one was an act of impatience. She was patient, unlike her father. I hated impatient people."There is no such a name in my bank records.""Look again!" I ordered the father of a woman I had in my wings. The two had some important things in my life, who would have thought that a father and his daughter would be a source of the end of the Lazza problems?"Nothing.""For fuck sake, look again!" I roared as I messed up my posture and leaned closer to the table. "Having had a Gallo in your records means that there are high chances of having him!"He sighed, that too was something I noticed that Al
Rodion Konstantin—-------The fact that we had our own bank where we had our accounts, I was shocked to see Romeo having had savings at a bank in Rome.My squinty caught the transactions. It was not a large amount but his account was emptied one year ago. He had no transactions or savings from the bank again."Romeo Lazza," I repeated his name. I could feel a strange emotion surging through my veins. I hated to agree with it but somehow I felt like he was not someone to be trusted. It was a mistake to think that because he was a Lazza, but I couldn't help but recall Alessia's words of how I begged me to stop trusting him. "Do you perhaps suspect Romeo for anything against me?" I asked Matteo.
Alessia Romero-----dimoraI had the troll ready with his dinner. He had arrived a few minutes ago in the mansion and that was like a call for my daily duty.Spending a day without his presence meant more sleep for me. I spent most of the day in the dormitory, it was also a way to avoid meeting with Romeo as I wandered around.Sleeping most of the time during the day meant I could sit down all night in his room. I didn't care about spending a night in his room and doing what the lion had been ordering me to do. One day when I meet him, I will probably slap him.As I left the west wing to join the east wing,
Alessia Romero-------------He sat on his couch, keeping his eyes fixed on the door where I was. I knew I had accomplished the deal, so I could turn around and leave. I won a ring somewhere.Silence.My eyes noticed a gun on a slab next to his sofa. Okay, Alessia, this is where you turn around and leave.My inner voice always showed up whenever I was in danger.But, should I just walk out as if I didn't sneak in?Yes, unless you have a death wish.Yes, I turned around to leave but halted instan