Chapter 51
Tromanda De Laica
Once we’re in the kit hen with the door shut, I turn to her and dy her messy hair. My fingers raise and 1 push a few strand behind her ear, her skin radiating the coldness into my hands.
I drops my hands to her cheek gently and Alessia’s eyes flutter sl My hands almost frove at the temperature of her skin.
“You’re freezing, amore”
Her dark lashes fluttes open to show me those brown eyes. “Whylo you call me that?” She tilts her head further into my hand
I release a silent sigh, my eyes flickering between hers. She related into my touch. “Because I want to I whisper deeply. dropping my face closer to hers.
Alessia’s eyes flinter shut again as if she has to close her eyes to enjoy the intensity of my voice. Her that clenches and her lips part, breathing slowly. “I should go to bed”
“You”
1 lower my face even more, pressing my forehead again hers. They met at the crown and I tightened my grip on Alessia’s face. I know she should be tucked in bed right now but I don’t want to pull away. I’m enjoying her touch way too much.
Im tired.” She whispers “I know”
Alessia’s eyes flutter open and our gazes meet. I dip my chin and atch her lips with mine. She exhales loudly as if she’s been waiting for me to do this all along. Her linle fingers slide up my shirt, along my biceps.
Iclutch her tighter and angle her head so that I can claim her hips between mine, diving my tongue into her mouth, listening at the whimpers when I brush mine against hers
She trembles in my hold but my head is on fire from the heaviness of the kiss.
Alessia grips my shirt and I shove her backward and she release whimper, my hand now closing gently around her throat I could feel her pube race against the pads of my lingers.
My rock throbs made my pants when she eases into my touch. She tastes so damn good and I want to eat her sweet little pussy against this counter, like I’ve been starved I feel starved because I want her legs wrapped around my head until I ravish her and there’s nothing left.
What the fuck is happening?
Earlier in the day, I rushed out of the house just so I don’t fall into the temptation of fucking her right on the sofa, bruised rbs and all only for me to come back and now tongue derge down her throat.
She’s fucking irresistible
I walk Alessia backwards, her spine hitting the edge of the counter and she attempts to stabilize herself with her hand,
A noise rockets through the room and I opened my eyes to find her hand bashing the edge of the fruit bowl. It clangs against the marble top before crashing to the ground loudly.
Sha” Turse under my breath.
Alessia jumps away from me, attempting to smooth out her hair know Russo is going to be down any second and he
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int to catch me with my lips latched on his baby sisters pussy on the counter.
As expected. Russo is downstairs in a flash, wearing nothing but pair of black boxers and a gun in his hands. When he noters that it’s just us, he relaxes his gun to his side and exhales
“What the fuck!”
Sorry” Alessia rasps, clenching her throat. “I ran into the counter and the fruit bowl dropped.”
Russo furrows his brow at his sister and then glances at me. “I just got home, man.”
Hermored me and walked over to Alessia.
“What are you doing awake, Al? Go to bed”
Alessia bows her head, hurrying upstairs. She doesn’t look back at me. I resist the urge to wipe my lips dry but that would be
I dont understand why we are acting like sneaky teenagers right now. Russo knows we fucked. How else would she have gotten pregnant with my baby?
“I’ll let you know how my meeting with Alfonso went down tomorrow,” I say, “I’m fucking exhausted.”
He stares at me for a moment too long but eventually, he nods. “Sure.”
Thad a feeling he knew exactly what we were doing down here.
“Goodnight.” I said
“Good night.” He nodded and I walked past him up the stairs to my bed for a much–needed sleep, even if my cock is still throbbing inside of me.
The next day when my phone rang and I glanced over to see Alessandro’s name popped up on my screen, I exhaled a sigh of relief. I pressed my thump on the green icon and held the phone to my ear.
“Alessandro” I say deeply. “It’s taken you quite a while to get these reports back to me.”
“Apologies boss.” He says sincerely. “Anthonio took a while to hand over the phones and information I needed. But from what I found out, I had to make sure that what I discovered was correct and not a default on my end.”
My eyebrows push together. “What is it?”
“Well, first of all, both the messages sent to Rizzo and Gabriel were sent from the same mobile number.” He says and I hum, Jeaning back into my office chair. The second thing I discovered was that one of the text messages sent had the same IP address as your server at home”
I wrapped my fingers around my phone tighter, eyes staring straight ahead at my desk. I resisted the urge to throw my phone at the opposite wall, bating down on my jaw to suppress a low growl
“Whoever sent the messages, boss, they’ve been inside your hous
A part of my soud deteriorates because no one wants to be in that situation.
Can you forward all this information to me immediately?”
me
Deep fueled anger races through my body. Absolute fucking beayal
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Alessandro hums and I can hear him tapping at his keyboard. “Yes boss, I’ll send it over now. Anything else you need from
“No” 1 shook my head, leaning forward and looking at my laptop screen. “That‘
be all for now but if I need anything else,
اله 1
“Okay, boss”
I hung up the call and I lowered the phone calmly. As soon as Alessandro sent over the file, I glanced through the dates, thinking back to who was in the house then. I flicked through my calendar to pinpoint the exact date.
I grab a pen and scribble down the name of every single person who has walked through my doors in the past months. including Russo, Anthonio, and Alessia. There’s no fucking way is Alessia though. I know that for a fact.
After a few long moments of glancing over each name. I stood up from my desk, pacing my office.
What the fuck am I meant to do with this information? Fuck!
It’s something I have to work out on my own since I can’t even trust anybody. A part of me knows that Russo would never betray me like this but I have no choice but to be cautious
I chew down on my lips, still pacing. When I turned to the wall, a wave of built–up rage
top myself, I released my fist and swung it straight into the wall
washed over me and before I could
I realized immediately how stupid that was as I groaned at the shooting pain but I shook out my list and ran a hand through ny hair, over and over to distract my mind.
Footsteps echoed behind me, and the door to my office creaked open. I whipped my head over my shoulder to find Alessia stepping into the office, a look of concern and worry on her face
Then she focuses on my anger–filled eyes. She grips the door handle, glancing down at my hand that is probably bleeding right about now but I don’t look. Her mouth opened once and twice. “I thought someone was in the house. She breathes But I heard the clash and-”
“No” I inhaled deeply, grinding my jaw downwards, feeling some kind of crunch on my teeth. “No one is in the house.”
Alessia purses her lips as she stares back at me, looking from my fists to my eyes. “Are you okay?” Alessia’s voice floats through the room gently
1 walked over to the Alcohol cupboard at the back of the room where I retrieved a canter of whiskey and a small crafted glass. I pour way more than I need but if I want to clear my head. I need a shock to the system.
I raise the glass to my lips and take down half of the golden liquid. It burns down my throat but it’s exactly what I needed.
Dear my eyes away and scowl pathetically at the wall. “I guess I don’t know who to trust anymore.”
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