Chapter 28

**ALEXANDER**

"David, escort Miss Santini back to my room," I commanded, my tone final, making sure she knew her place.

He nodded and yanked Alina forward, dragging her toward the mansion as she kicked and cursed the entire way.

“Let go of me, you bastard!” she hissed, struggling against his grip.

“I swear, I’ll make you regret this! You think this is over? It’s not! I’ll fight you every step of the way, and I’ll find a way out!”

She fought him like hell, but it was useless. She was trapped, and she knew it.

I watched in silence, my jaw tight as she disappeared through the doors.

"She’s something else, huh?" Nico’s voice pulled my attention back, and I turned to find him strolling up beside me, his usual smirk firmly in place.

"A mafia princess with that much spunk? Not something you see every day." He let out a low chuckle.

"She's a fucking smokeshow. When you're done using her, maybe I'll take a turn drilling into that sweet little pussy of hers. She looks like she could use a good pounding, and I'm more than happy to oblige."

Before he even had time to register his mistake, my hand was at his throat.

His smirk vanished as I tightened my grip, feeling the quick jerk of his pulse under my fingers. His eyes widened slightly—not fear, not yet, but surprise.

"She’s mine," I growled, my voice dangerously low.

"Don’t you ever speak to her or look at her like that again."

I let go just as abruptly, and Nico stumbled back a step, coughing as he rubbed his throat. But the bastard still had the nerve to grin.

"Shit, man," he rasped, shaking his head.

"That protective already? Never seen you this whipped before."

I didn’t bother responding, my gaze flicking back to the door Alina had just disappeared through.

"I’m not whipped" I muttered.

"She’s my possession. And I don’t share my things."

Nico snorted. "Possession, huh? That what we’re calling it now?"

I ignored him.

"Besides, tomorrow, she becomes my wife."

Nico blinked, then let out a low whistle, crossing his arms.

“Well, fucking shit,” Nico muttered, shaking his head.

“Alexander Dimitri, actually getting married? Next thing you know, pigs will be flying... Does she even know?”

I shook my head.

“That’s a hell of a detail to leave out.”

I smirked. "She’ll find out soon enough."

Nico chuckled. "Yeah, probably when she’s clawing her way out of a window."

I shot him a glare, and he held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Relax, man. All I’m saying is, good luck dragging that one down the aisle. You’re gonna need it."

By the end of tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Alexander Dimitri.

Alina was just the beginning—a strategic acquisition, a timely transaction that would serve me well in my plans to become the most powerful mafia Don.

But she wouldn’t walk away from this untouched. No, I was going to strip away every defense, every ounce of comfort she was used to, until she had nothing left—no one left—but me.

She might be strong now, but strength could be worn down. And I would do just that, night after night.

A slow grin spread across my lips.

I was going to enjoy this.

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**ALINA**

"Come back!"

I wrenched my arm free from the brute’s grip and lunged for the door, hammering my fists against it with everything I had.

"Let me out! You can’t do this! You can’t keep me locked up without an explanation! There are laws—" I let out a frustrated growl, pressing my forehead against the cold wood.

"Let me out, you… you…nincompoops!"

Seriously? Is that the best insult I can come up with? Who even uses "nincompoops" anymore? Apparently, I do.

Silence.

I clenched my teeth, my breathing ragged.

"What do you even gain from this? Keeping me in here?!" My voice wavered slightly, but I pushed through. "Let me out, and I promise I won’t make your lives hell when I get out of here."

Nothing.

I swallowed hard, my fists still pressed against the door.

There was no one listening.

My wrists throb, and the palms of my hands sting. One of my nails is chipped, and I can't help but glare at it. Great, just what I needed. I absolutely hate when that happens.

At least Alexander fucking Dimitri didn’t tie me up. I suppose I should be thankful for that. It’s definitely better than being stuck in that windowless room he threatened me with, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to stay sharp. I won’t back down—not ever. I’ll make sure Alexander knows he’s messed with the wrong girl.

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**ALEXANDER**

I walked down the long hallway, the sound of my future wife’s furious banging on the door echoing through the space.

"You fucking bastard! Open this goddamn door, Alexander! You hear me? You think you can lock me up like some goddamn pet? I swear to God, when I get out of here, I will make your life a living hell!"

Her voice was laced with pure rage, spitting my name like a curse, listing all the ways she’d make me suffer.

I chuckled, shaking my head.

Her voice was sharp, filled with venom, cursing my name like it was the foulest thing to ever pass her lips.

Ever since Alina had been thrown into my life, I’d been walking around with a constant fucking hard-on.

No woman had ever gotten under my skin like this—no woman had ever occupied my thoughts the way she did. And yet, here I was, consumed by her, wanting to rip down that door and take what was already mine.

But Alina was still a virgin.

And that?

That wasn’t something I was in the mood to claim tonight. No—I’d save that for tomorrow. Our wedding night. Then, I’d take what belonged to me, break her completely, and make sure she understood exactly who she belonged to.

But right now? Right now, I needed a release, and I wasn’t about to spend another second suffering through this aching hard-on.

As I continued down the hall, something—or rather, someone—caught my eye. A maid, bent over slightly as she wiped down the floors, her body curved in just the right way.

Perfect. Just what I needed.

I moved toward her fluidly, my voice low when I finally spoke. “Get in the guest bedroom. I want you on the bed, naked, legs spread, and your wet pussy bare for me to see.”

She barely hesitated before nodding, then slipped inside the room without a word. The door clicked shut behind her.

I let the seconds tick by, savoring the anticipation, before my steps slowed and I came to a stop in front of the heavy wooden door.

After a moment, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

Just as instructed, she was there—laid out on the bed, waiting. She pushed up on her elbows, her lips curling into a seductive smile as her tongue flicked out, running slowly along the seam of her lips.

Exactly what I needed.