Chapter 23 Isa Fucking Bella!
Alessia's POV
She shuts the door softly behind her, and the very air in the room stirs. Her perfume, strong and overpowering, fills the bedroom, almost choking me. Sigh. Trouble is written all over her perfectly made-up face. She walks in confidently her heels making a clicking sound on the tiles .
“Brother, I have been looking everywhere for you,” she calls softly pouting “Didn't you hear me calling?” her eyes portray what her words cannot and you would have to be blind not to see that there is something much stronger than a brotherly affection lurking. My interest is piqued. I presume they are not related by blood, then? I will make sure to ask Luca about this.
Alex faces her. “Isabella, will you like something?”
“Actually, yes.” She then notices the laptop and asks him, “Am I interrupting something? She purrs like a cat, coming to rest a palm on Alex’s shoulder as if to stake ownership. I raise an eyebrow at her, amused by her childish display, a smile tugging at my lips. My gaze flickers to Alex to see just how he is handling this, but his face remains cold and impassive.
I wait for his response to her blatant flirting, folding my hands on my chest.
“Yes, actually. I was teaching Alessia how to use her laptop,” he tells her, indicating the laptop with his hand.
“That’s nice of you, I don't know when you started teaching strays yourself. How noble of you.” she adds, her gaze moving from the laptop near my elbow to my face, barely sparing me a glance.
Oh, two can play this game, girl. I smile at her. “Signor Alex is actually a very patient teacher. I have learnt a lot today,” I say, putting on a big smile and refusing to let her scare me.
She stares daggers at me, her eyes filling with anger and a look that -was that jealousy? It was fleeting, but it was there. She moves closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor.
She gives me a condescending smile. “That’s nice, Alessia. I’m sure you’ve never had access to a laptop, so of course you would enjoy the lesson,” she says, her voice cold.
I am just about to give her a piece of my mind when Alex interrupts.
“Isabella, that is enough. Do not be rude. Alessia is my guest,” he says evenly. She looks at him, shock written all over her face, then looks back at me. She carries on.
“Brother, just explain to me again why this nobody has to live with us?” she asks, eyeing me from top to bottom. “Couldn’t you have camped her in one of your hotels?”
I don’t take my eyes off her as I hear Alex hiss in annoyance. I have heard enough, and I stand up. “Look, Isabella, I don’t want to be here either! Give me a break and keep your hate to yourself.”
She snorts “ then leave” she snaps back coming closer Maids don't live in mansions and sleep on silk sheets she throws her hands in the air as if to make her point . My eyes move to Alex again, wanting him to interfere, but he is looking at me intensely, his eyes filled with surprise. I guess he didn’t think I had any fire left.
I slap the table in anger. What a bitch “And If I refuse to go? Do you think you of all people scare me?” Her eyes flashes venom as she walks quickly toward me and raises her hand. I remain standing, unfazed.
Hands raised screeching, “How dare you-”
Alex quickly gets up, grabs her hand before impact, and pushes her back as she lands on her bottom.
Whoosh. A shocking silence follows before Alex faces her, eyes blazing. “I told you, that is enough, Isabella. Do not allow me to warn you a third time!” He gives her a stern look, and she pouts, her doe eyes filling with fake tears.
“Ouch, Alex, my elbow hurts.” She clutches her right hand as if it’s broken.
Alex’s gaze softens immediately. “Come, Cara Mia, let’s go and get the first aid kit.” He extends a hand to her, gently lifting her up, and without a single glance at me, Alex walks her to the door. As they reach the door and Alex opens it, Isabella turns around and gives me a mocking smile, as if to say 1–0. Silly girl I shake my head in disgust as jealousy surges through me uncontrolled and sudden . She just played him for a bloody fool, and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I guess it doesn’t matter if you are a big, bad Mafia kingpin all men are the same, like putty when it comes to tears, whether fake or real.