Chapter 90: Chapter::90

ANDREA

My stomach kept roiling, wanting to reject the food I had eaten a while ago. I can't believe he shot him. What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Andrea? Whenever I thought there was something good in him, he went ahead and proved me wrong.

But then none of them are good men; I already know that. This is their way of life. They eat, drink, and live violence; it's in their blood. I wish it weren't.

“Andrea, I thought I said…” Alessandro was cut off mid-sentence when a tall, gorgeous woman flung herself at him, kissing the hell out of him, her mouth slamming against his and wrapping long legs that could go on for days around his waist. Long black hair obscures her face from me.

Suddenly, I was experiencing hot and cold flashes. My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open for all the flies to nest into. Who the fuck is this woman?! Kissing Alessandro like she has every right! The fuck!

Alessandro yanks his mouth free. He quickly set the woman down, who still clung to him like a parasite, smiling at him like she would want nothing more than to fuck him right in front of everyone. His eyes momentarily found mine before going back to the woman who was speaking to him.

“Alessandro! still as ruthless as ever! God! how I've missed you! I forgot how much it used to excite me whenever you fight. Lorenzo must have been courting death. What was he thinking, fighting with you? Though that was a bit harsh of you, he's your cousin, Sandro!” she said laughingly.

“He shouldn't have irritated me. Nothing good ever comes out of pushing me; he knows that, and he did it anyway. He thinks now that he's as big as me, that made him into a big shit or something,” Alessandro replied.

“Boys would always be boys. I couldn't believe my ears when Don Marchetti told me you were back, though it was belated. Welcome home, Alessandro, it's good to have you back!” she said, kissing both his cheeks. As if sharing DNA with him wasn't enough.

She's a very beautiful woman, not as young as I first thought she was, maybe Alessandro's age. She was also a bit taller than me, reaching almost to Alessandro's neck in her sexy high black boots, and her curves suddenly made me feel too plain.

Curves that were currently emphasized by the skinny jeans molded to her mile-long legs. I've never been so conscious of my body as I was at that moment. Dressed in jeans and an Alessandro shirt, I feel small.

I was quick to remind myself that I didn't care an ounce what she or anyone here thought of me. I am a captive, not a model, here to run down the runway. Yes! Andrea, you shouldn't fucking care what they think of you. You were kidnapped! You are not here on holiday!

And why in God's name do you care if she just kissed Alessandro? That lying bastard is the reason your life is in a heap of shit. She could give him a blow job right here for all I care! Bastard!

“Grazie Valentina, it's good to see you again. I heard some interesting news about you, but as you can see, we're about to go out now. We'll talk another time, yeah?” Alessandro said, smiling, trying to get out of her clutches. Or was that me wishing it so?

Alessandro-fucking-Marchetti smiling! Who the fuck is this woman that she could so easily elicit a smile from him?! Andrea, the fuck do you care!

Remember, we don't care! Right now, we couldn't give a rat's ass about his old lover! Or whoever the fuck this bitch is! No cursing, damn it!

Her eyes darted all around as if to say, " Who is the 'we' he's referring to. And when they fell on me, they trailed all over my body, then quickly dismissed me as if I were beneath her. Insignificant!

Bitch!

“Alright then, I also have to go. Don must be waiting for me. Let's meet up sooner than later, Sandro,” she said, her pretty manicured red fingers running up his chest seductively, then she kissed his cheek a-fucking-gain, her perfectly red painted lips landing a breath of hair from his lips.

Her last words were whispered in his ears, loud enough for me to hear, and it's clear she wanted me to; why else would she have said it that loudly? It's probably for my sake.

“Call me, I will give you what a man like you needs, Sandro. Something only a woman like me can and will. We were great together once, no? Those were fun times!” she said with a suggestive wink. I gritted my teeth so hard.

What. A. Whore!

Bad Andrea! No slut shaming another woman, women should always stick together! Yeah right!

“Bye, Valentina,” Alessandro said, still grinning seductively at her. Asshole! Bloody man whore ugh!

Something wild and feral was churning and twisting deep inside me. I couldn't watch another moment of this! I wrench the car door open and barely restrain myself from slamming it shut. I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea. I especially don't want the bitch to know her words got to me more than I'm willing to accept, even to myself.

A moment later, I heard rather than saw Alessandro get in and start the car. I convinced myself I wasn't jealous, promised myself I'm not going to be upset because a gorgeous woman kissed and shared bodily fluids with the man I might or might not be in love with!

I tell myself I don't fucking care! It's not like we're anything to each other besides the obvious, me and him. It's just physical. Lust! Nothing more except for the fact he'd knocked me up during one of our numerous earth-shattering fucking sessions. Yes! That's just it!

As such, I can't blame the woman for wanting more, because it's obvious she knows how it feels to be in this man's hands, and Alessandro Marchetti could do things that would make a woman renounce everything and everyone in the heat of the moment.

Something sour and bitter lodged itself in my throat, neither coming up nor going down. I don't know who I'm trying to fool with all that bullshit, but it's not working.

I hated that seeing Alessandro with that woman upset me to no end. I hated that she knew how he looked naked, or how his kisses felt! Okay shit! I needed to stop these kinds of thoughts from invading my mind.

Fuck It! They definitely are not helping.

I curiously watch her stride into the house, four menacing men at her back, through the rear-view mirror. Even her walk is a work of art, powerful and sexy. Confidence radiated off her in waves; she knows she's gorgeous and isn't afraid to use it.

I hated her! And I know it wasn't me, rather that ancient feeling that made all women green. The earlier commotion must have been why I didn't notice her arrival.

There are three new SUVs in the Villa Marchetti gravel driveway, and suited men who nod at Alessandro with respect. Must be theirs—she came together with all these men.

I wonder who she was, what their relationship was, and how they knew each other, she and Alessandro. You could tell she's wealthy and powerful. Either a politician's wife or a mafia boss's wife, or something!

Though on second thought, I didn't notice a wedding ring on her fingers, so she was not married then. I don't think she would have been all over Alessandro if she were married. I've also sensed a darkness in her similar to that of Alessandro, Don Marchetti, and all the other mafiosos.

“Are you okay?” Alessandro asked, glancing at me as he drove away from the house. Asshole! Fucking hypocrite!

Fighting a man because he touched me and kissed another woman in the next breath. I know it wasn't his fault, dammit, but he could have prevented her from kissing him.

The bastard must have wanted it. My blaming him was unfair and I didn't care. I pretended I didn't hear his question. He suddenly stops the car on the roadside, then leans over cocooning me in his warmth, our chest almost touching, an unfamiliar female scent makes my nose crinkle.

That bitch has left her smell all over him. It wasn't a bad smell or anything, if I'm honest it was actually pleasant but I instantly hated it.

Anger made me slapped the hands he had around me, which were trying to put on my seat belt. He stared at me with raised brows.

“What is going on with you? Are you okay?”

“Nothing is going on with me, and why wouldn't I be okay?” I retorted glaring daggers at him.

“Because I talked to you and you didn't answer and now this, you're acting strange,” he stated.

“Oh, were you speaking to me? I didn't realize that,” I lied. Trying to rein down the urge to lash out.

“Who else would I be talking to? Who else is in this car besides you and me?” he asked, holding my gaze. Still so close that a cloying scent was infiltrating my nose and choking me. It fucking enraged me.

“Oh I don't know! Maybe the whore who had her mouth and hands all over you?! You fucking reek of her! How would I know if she was in the car with us and you were talking to her and not me!” I shout in his face.

Then my eyes widened with the shock of my outburst. Fucking damn it all! I'm pathetic! That's another promise down the drain. Now he would think I'm jealous! As if!

For a while the bastard only stared at me, one brow arched. Then before I knew it his mouth stretched into a heart-melting smile that made my breath hitch and my stomach flutter. Why in God's name is he smiling like that? Before I could ask if he was alright, his mouth slammed into mine kissing the hell outta me. For a moment I was so stunned. What the heck is going on? Then I remembered.

Oh the jerk!

I fought him, not wanting to taste that woman on his lips, but he wouldn't let go. He sucks and devours my lips, adding pressure until I give in and open for him. Then his tongue swipes in and conquers mine, blinding me to everything except the force and pleasure of his kiss!

His hand tilted my head up for him, as his mouth, lips, and tongue plundered mine; it was instant wetness for me. I was torn between wanting his fingers inside me and mortified that he would find out how wet I am for him. I moan into his mouth, completely lost to his kisses.

It was raw and possessive, that kiss. When he finally let me go with a little nip of his teeth on my bottom lip, his eyes were two drowsy pools of darkness. I saw the promise in them. I wasn't left unscathed; I've been rebranded and was too kissed-drugged to do anything.

“Jealousy looks good on you, Vixen,” he drawled huskily. I glared at him.

“I'm not jealous, I mean, what's there to be jealous of. I just don't like seeing a woman throw herself at a man like that,” I denied furiously.

“Mmm hmm, I see. Well, the “whore” as you put it, isn't who I want or need. I'm yours, Vixen, my cock is yours, so there's really no need to be jealous or upset,” he assured his mouth twitching into a semblance of a smile. My face heated.

“I'm not fucking jealous! I already told you that,” I groaned.

“Of course you aren't. You only called her a whore out of the respect you suddenly have for her,” he teased, tucking strands of my hair behind my ears, before finally putting on my seat belt, then he started the car once again. His eyes were glinting, though his face was neutral.

He was enjoying this too much. Like this, he reminds me of the time we worked together at NICO-TECH. Then, he'd been charming, a bit playful, and seductive. Luring me into his trap.

My stomach flutters with that familiar feeling only he can incite when I see him glance at my lips. I blink and flatten my palms on my thighs demurely.

However, my body was still trembling from that kiss. If I weren't so tired of being confined inside that God damn house. I would have never gotten out with the bastard. I'm still upset, but it wasn't as bad as before.

Though I want so badly to ask who that woman was. I swore that I wouldn't even if it killed me! It's evidently clear who she was to him. She fucking called him “Sandro.”

He'd said he didn't want her. Then why didn't he rebuke her advances? Or introduce me to her, right!

I wonder how that introduction would have sounded: “Hey, ex-lover, m eet current lover, also about to be baby mama, who Baddest Mafia grandfather kidnapped.” Nah, doesn't sound good at all.