The woman above is Ali, Alessa's Best Friend. Don't worry she will pop back up later into the book. She has her own drama. So don't forget her ;-) Anyway... On with the Chapter! Enjoy! And if there's any spelling mistakes, sorry.

Btw sorry for the late update I'm ill at the moment :-(

~Bella~

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Angelo's P.O.V

In all my life have I honestly met a woman that made me think twice. I had examined her head to toe, trying to find an imperfection that would make me dislike her, whether it was from the inside or out.

But I couldn't.

I simply couldn't.

The way her raven hair smoothly flows down to her ribs in soft silky looking waves, makes me urge to touch a lock and endlessly run my fingers through it, feeling the silky texture caress my fingers.

She had a strong definition to her face, her tanned skin with high and defined cheeks bone structure while a pair of full pink lips.But her eyes stood the most prominent on her face. They were like orbs of greens and blues blended together like paint on a canvas.

They were memorising. But, I blamed being so attracted to her mostly on I hadn't had a decent fuck in a while.

Being a Bachelor I had slept with my fair share of women. You could say I was the player of Italy.

I've dated all sorts of women, from actresses, models and just women who come to my parties that I often host to sometimes discuss business.

Women know I'm a player, yet they throw themselves at me like rag dolls. Of course, I take the opportunity, and of course they end up hurt after I just fuck them and tell them to leave the next morning.

I'm not the kind to do relationships. Ever.

I'm surprised a cult hasn't been formed to kill me from the number of women who's hearts I have broken.

Being a Mafia Boss, is a job, not an easy one either. I didn't intend to include a woman in my affairs . Yet fate seems twisted.

My father, Rafa Dimitri, handed me over the business when I turned 18, after my other siblings had no desire to take over a killer business. Literally.

My sister works as a lawyer up in New York, married and far from here.

My younger brother, in University, I think.

Lets just say he's dropped out a couple of time before my parents forced him back in, as 'Just fucking around and having fun', is not a good enough excuse to drop out from a top university my parents are paying thousands for.

Walking down the hallway, I quickly texted my second in command Alonso. We had known each other since young teenagers, I trusted him the most, it only made sense I made him the Second in command , just in case shit hit the fan.

After quickly texting Alonso, I shoved my phone into my back jean pocket, planning ahead to what I would say to Alessa's father once we got there.

I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn't even hear the clicking sounds of shoes coming up behind me until I saw Alessa in the corner of my eye, her expression platonic.

Just as I was about to ask why she was following me, before I remembered I had absent-mindedly called her so we could meet her parents.

As we rounded the corner, Alonso emerged through a large oak door, stopping in our path. Giving a swift nod he proceeded to walk over to us. I visibly notice Alessa tense up slightly. To be honest, I didn't blame her. Having two 6ft4 armed men next to you would surely be intimidating.

Alonso stopped in front of Alessa, giving one of his cocky grins. "So this must be the one who got into our car chase, hello mia cara." his voice starting to ooze charm. Rolling my eyes, I simply observed my friend continue.

Alessa only smirked, " Mi chiamo Alessa, and I am not your darling." she bit out, her voice sharp as a knife, before she crossed her arms across her chest cocking her hip seductively to the side.

I smirked, at least the girl could handle herself with Alonso, not many could.

Alonso only chuckled, amusement glimmering in his hazel eyes, while I stood slightly shocked. She knew how to speak Italian. I might question her about that later.

"I am Alonso, quiet feisty aren't you, makes sense for a Georgio." he said almost musing to himself while Alessa intently glanced at him. After a few moments, Alonso quickly cleared his throat, "Anyway, Alessa, your ride awaits" he purred out before make a hand gesture to walk forwards.

Taking that as my queue, I walked forwards hearing Alessa and Alonso follow behind. Ever so often hearing Alessa mutter Greek words, my mind told me they were not compliments either. She was lucky I didn't know Greek.

Alessa's P.O.V

I never knew Italian men were so infuriating.

Now I did.

From Angelo telling me fuck diddly all, to another cocky son-of-bitch flirting shamlessly with me. It pissed me off more, that they had the upper hand, they knew what was happening, I didn't like being in the dark about anything. Ever.

I was pissed off with the whole situation.

My parents are going to have a lot of questions.

While muttering my Greek curses to the two armed hulks next to me, I had barely registered Alonso talking to me until he clicked his fingers directly in front of my face drawing me out of my cursive state.

"What?" I asked my tone clipped, I turned my head towards him, craning my neck up slightly to actually meet his green eyes.

He only held his hands up in a surrender gesture at my sharp tone. "Sorry, principessa , only wanted a conversation, besides, I figured you might me more fun to talk to than an uptight boss." he said amusment still lining his voice, a low grint came from Angelo in response causing Alonso to roll his eyes.

This man was too cocky for his own good.

Rolling my eyes, I figured I might as well play along, it might be a while before I get back to decent civilisation. Waving my hand, I gestured for him to talk.

"How do you know Italian?" he asked, cocking his head slightly to the side, his ruffled dirty blonde hair occsuring his his green orbs from view. I had to admit, Alonso was attractive, but not as much as Angelo. Deadly, dangerous but sinfully attractive. Definitely not men you want involved in your life, maybe for a one night stand, but not your life.

Huffing, I shifted my gaze back to his, "My parents worked a lot, I didn't like staying home for long periods of time, so I picked up a lot of extra activites. Italian was one of them" I answered turning my head forwards again, my eyes coming back to the view of Angelos broad toned back.

Jesus, even his back is sexy, what the hell Italy? Hoarding all the good looking men.

Alonso just nodded, "So, how did you get into our mess? It was like the dead of night" he asked again, this time not looking at me.

I looked down to my feet, that night would probably be with me till the day I die. That was an experience I would never want to live through again.

"Well, I was working, like a normal person, I was just driving home and then gunshots rang out, cars sped down the motorway, one span out of control, flipped, and hit me..." I stated wriggling my hands together in thought.

Alonso then turned me again, "What job do you have that makes you work so late?" he asked, his brows furrowing slightly, "You don't look like a doctor, or a lawyer for that fact."

Shaking my head, I looked up at him again, "No , I'm a model, the reason I was working so late is because I was working from 9am till 12am" I stated matter-of-factly.

"Makes sense," he said, my brow furrowed in the meaning of those words.

"What do you mean?" I asked, preparing for an stereotypical comments on modelling,

"Well, you have the looks of a model, body, and probably the personality." he stated glancing at me briefly .

"Umm, thanks?" I said, not really sure if want he said was a compliment or the fact were all basically plastics and divas.

Alonso chuckled, "Do not take it the wrong way, you are definitely pretty, I've just met some models who are. How do you put it. Major Divas." he said, a the amusement back in his voice.

I laughed, shaking my head slightly. Alonso looked down on me, "You should smile more, principessa, frowning doesn't do a good job on your face, gives you wrinkles. " he teased, chuckling slightly.

Shaking my head I looked up to him, "I'll keep that in mind" I replied lightly.

Suddenly Angelo opened two large dark oak doors. Light filled the hallway we were in, blinding me slightly as the hot air of Italy hit me, the rays instantly warming my skin.

Squinting, I followed Angelo down the marble steps into a large circular driveway with a large fountain placed in the centre, the water reflecting off the light as the crystal clear water shimmered.

We began to approach a man standing next to a sleek sliver Mercedes, he was wearing a black suit while wearing a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses masking his eyes from view. I wondered how he could wear that in such heat.

As we came closer, the man moved and opened the passenger side of the car before opening the two back doors.

Angelo and the man silently greeted each other with a simple nod before his large build slipped into the front passenger side of the sleek vehicle.

Alonso guided me to the back seats gesturing for me to enter first before he followed, his head brushing against the roof of the car , along with Angelo's.

The scent of fresh leather filled my noise as the cool material cooled my skin from the heat that was outside. Sighing I sunk into my seat before blucking my seat belt on.

All the doors closed as the man in the suit slipped into the drivers side before starting the egine as it gave an energetic roar as it came to life.

Pulling out of the driveway we exited the house I had previously been in.

Turning my head I glanced back, suddenly realising how large the estate actually was. It must have at least been 5 stories high. Large marble columns at the front supporting the upper floor.

Swivelling back around I stared out the window next to me watching the trees drift by as we drove down a barren dirt road.

Silence filled the car as Alonso only started out the window while Angelo was glued to his phone, presumably texting someone.

A sudden yawn escaped my mouth as I leaned against the window, wearily looking out the window, and before I knew it my eyes fluttered closed as I let sleep consume me.

After, what felt like five minutes as firm hand was shaking my shoulder, urging me awake.

Groaning I slowly sat up, my vision blurring slightly from being asleep.

"What?" I asked my voice husky and sharp from napping as well as being abruptly woken up.

Turning my head my eyes met Alonso's who had the biggest smirk on his face.

"As cute as you look drooling while sleeping, we're here," he replied his smirk growing bigger before he backed out of the car.

I swear if he didn't had a gun I would have knocked his block off.

Huffing, I ran my fingers through my hair before sliding out of the car door my eyes squinting once again when the sunlight hit them. Smoothing put my top I started to begin to follow Alonso and Angelo into my childhood home.

Dread filled me as I took in the familiar surroundings. The gravel driveway we were walking on still had the odd trimmed bush decorating the rims while a tall white wall surrounded the entire estate, the only entrance two large pointed steel gates.

The house itself was old, but well looked after. There were wide granite steps leading up to the large oak door at the front. We approached the colossal structure with ivory growing elegantly up the side of the pristine white building. Its glass windows large enough to see the expensive interior design of the home from a comfortable distance.

Exhaling we climbed the steps to my home before Angelo bolding rapped on the golden knocker twice as we waited for the door to open.

My breath caught in my throat as a familiar head popped around the large door, before two familiar eyes met mine before they widened in reaction as they scanned the two intimidating men either side of me.

"Alessa?" the hoarse voice croaked out, as a long slender body emerged completely from behind the door.

"Xaipete, mother, I believe we have a matter to discuss" my voice came out emotionless as I stared at my mother who simply stared back in shock.

Angelo stepped forward, "I have made a meeting with your husband to discuss a matter concerning your daughter." his deep voice sending a shudder down my spine as his blue eyes stared intently at my mothers greying ones.

Opening the door, in somewhat defeat she solemnly motioned for us to enter. In unison we walked into the large corridor, dread filled my stomach even more as my gut told me something bad was going to happen.

Exhaling , we followed my mothers retreating figure down the spacious corridor preparing to meet the man who I know as my father.

A father who has a lot to explain for himself, as well as my mother.

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Oh Mother of Jesus! Things are about to go down! Angelo will be more involved more in the next chapter, I just thought I'll introduce the cocky Alonso first. Anyway until then, laters! Sorry again for the late update been ill and stuff.

~Bella~