Hello my fellow readers! Here is the next chapter, hope you enjoy! Comment if you have any ideas on what you would possibaly like to happen in fture chapters. With that small intro, enjoy the chapter!

Excuse any spelling mistakes.

~Bella~ :-)

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Alessa's P.O.V

My dreams were assaulted by the flashing images of the woman who was shot that night. The continuous replay of her falling body repeatedly running through my dreams, blood dripping endlessly, her eyes staring at me, yet they were lifeless orbs. The images Haunting me. No one deserves to go like that.

I had woken up continuous times in the middle of the night, my heart erratically pounding against my sternum, as if threatening to erupt out of my chest.

The continuous awakenings had left me shaken and sweaty. I would wake up in cold sweats, the feeling of beads of sweat trickling down between my shoulder blades only caused me to repulse, as strands of hair stuck to my forehead . By morning, my appearance could only be described as; a fucking hot mess.

Stumbling into my bathroom , I wearily stared at my zombie-like expression. Heavy bags hung underneath my eyes while my eyes themselves were bloodshot from lack of sleep, looking crazed and sleep deprived .My hair felt dirty and a knotted mess.

Sighing, I walked over to the large bath tub before turning each tap to run a relaxing bath.

After probably pouring an excessive amount of Radox Lavender Bubble Bath into the water, I slowly slipped into the warm water. Sighing as the warmth caressed my skin as it began to relax my muscles that had become taut from the continuous nightmares.

The bubbles covered the majority of my body as the lavender smell wafted up my nose, and slowly consumed my drowsy senses. Closing my eyes, I lent back in the bath, completely relaxing. And before I knew it my mind slipped into darkness....

Pounding sounded on my door while a muffled shout echoed through my subconscious. Slowly opening my eyes, my mind became instantly awake at the now cold water surrounding my body, causing me to shiver slightly.

"Alessa! Open up!" Angelo's voice echoed through the door while his fist continued to pound violently against it, making me flinch slightly.

"Hold up, I'm coming!" I yelled back, my voice slightly hoarse from being asleep.

Stumbling out the bath, I grabbed the white towel hanging from the rack before wrapping it tightly around myself, making sure I was covered. Well mostly.

How long had I been in that bath asleep? I thought while padding towards the nearly broken door Angelo continued to pound on.

Swinging the door open, Angelo froze in position, only to glance down at my barely covered figure, making me suddenly self-conscious on how much the towel actually covered.

"I'm here, no need to fucking freak out," I mumbled, shuffling awkwardly, not liking the way his eyes were roaming across my body.

Clearing his throat, his eyes finally met mine, but there was something different about the way he was looking at me, but I couldn't quite read that expression.

"Well I came to wake you up when it got to 11am, I entered and found you missing, when I saw your bathroom door locked I presumed you were in there, but when I knocked you didn't answer," he replied, his voice expressing no emotion.

I had gotten up for a bath at like, 7am. Wait, I had been asleep in the bath for 4 hours, and I didn't drown. Well that's a miracle.

"Did it ever occur to you that I thought you might have been dead inside that bathroom? That Bonado's men could have entered your room," he continued when I failed to reply, his voice was sharp casuing me the flinch back slightly, the sudden change in tone confusing me .

Where did this tone come from?

"Sorry, I got little sleep last night, the warmth of the bath caused me to fall asleep," I said quietly, unable to meet his eyes, suddenly feeling small compared to Angelo, his tone actually scared me a little as well as his comment.

He gave a snide smirk, giving a low grunt he stepped back before swiviling on his heel as he began to walk out of my room. But, just as he was about to exit, his blue eyes met mine, cold and emotionless. His jaw was set in a taunt line.

"How about you open your eyes and get over it, I don't have time to pamper over a Greek diva when I have a job to do," his deep voice could have cut through ice at the hostility used towards me, before he walked out of the door , practically slamming it behind him.

I stood there shocked, where did the anger come from? Did I do something wrong?

Thoughts raged inside me head as my emotions began to bubble over from what had occurred over the previous days.

My eyes watered, as I stumbled over to my bed before sinking down into the plush mattress.

Staring down at the floor, tears began to blur my vision, I didn't even know why I was crying. My hair now falling out of its bun and creating a thick dark veil around my face.

The hostility he had targeted at me hurt, I thought we were getting closer since last night. We learnt things about each other, he comforted me when I became shaken up about the shooting.

What happened to that side of Angelo? Did I do something wrong?

Anger suddenly replaced my sadness as more thoughts crashed into each other as our conversation replayed inside my mind. He had no right to speak to me like that, I wasn't born into this fucked up society he was in. I was in no form a diva, I didn't need him looking after me, he had that option to do so.

Hastily throwing on some faded blue jeans and a low-cut white blouse , and adding some makeup , using black eyeliner to make my eyes brighter, and a light touch of mascara. I exited my bedroom to attempt to give Angelo a piece of my mind.

That asshole had some nerve.

He can go stick his tone where the sun don't shine.

But dear god did he look attractive when mad.

I mentally slapped myself, Stop, bad Alessa, he's a dangerous asshole. But I guess I'm always attracted to the ass-wipes aren't I?

Marching down the stairs , I stormed into the kitchen to only find Alonso sitting peacefully on one of the white stools at the breakfast bar, calmly flicking through an Italian newspaper of some sort.

Upon my abrupt entrance he glanced up from his paper to give me one of his bad-boy smiles.

"Morning Principessa," his sultry tones was something I was not in the mood for.

Giving no reply, I marched over to the large sleek sliver fridge before swinging the door open and grabbing a large jar of peanut butter.

Slamming the door closed, I grabbed a spoon from the drawer before sitting opposite Alonso who had a baffled expression plastered on his face. Well, it makes a change from that smirk he continuously has on his face.

Shoving the spoon in the peanut butter, I looked up at Alonso who now had one eyebrow raised at my aggressive behaviour.

"Well is someone on there period , or someone was an asshole to you?" he asked, his usual smirk back on his face as he closed the newspaper and leaned forwards on his elbows as if he expected some gossip.

Huffing in frustration , I decide to rant to Alonso, since as far as I know, I wasn't getting any new friends any time soon.

"Your boss is an asshole, because of the shooting of the woman in the restaurant last night I didn't sleep, so when going to have a bath, I passed out from exhaustion." I spat out, practically fuming from the ears already.

"Then I wake up to banging on my door, I open it and Angelo starts yelling at me on how I need to 'get over it' and stop being a diva he needs to pamper!" I fume, my voice raising slightly as I begin to continuously stab the peanut butter with my spoon in aggravation.

"Does he fucking know I'm not part of your group?! I wasn't born into your society you know , and now he just expects me to fucking accept it!" I continue, before I quickly notice the alarmed expression on Alonso face and let out a weary sigh, removing the spoon from the jar I looked back up at him.

"I just don't know with him, one minute he's sweet and comforting, the next he's a complete asshole and treats you like shit, its so confusing," I whined, leaning my head onto the breakfast bar surface.

"Well, let me tell you something principessa, if Angelo has shown you his comforting side, you're definitely close to him already, Angelo hasn't let anyone near him since-" Alonso began, but quickly cut short when he seemed to realise something.

Furrowing my brows , I sat back up, looking at Alonso with question, "Since what?" I asked, my curiosity replacing the frustration I had felt earlier.

"Nothing, Nothing, anyway, I'm meant to be meeting the man you call asshole, and if I'm late he'll probably shoot me on the spot from the way he came pounding down here after your little fiasco," he rushed his words, before hastily standing out and practically running out the door.

Leaving me in utter desolation once again.

Sighing in exasperation , I picked up the jar and slowly padded into the living room before sinking into the plush soft cushions.

"Well Alessa, I guess its just us and Netflix today," I mumbled to myself before grabbing the remote control of the glass coffee counter and beginning my day of doing absolutely nothing.

I miss my best friend.

I miss my normal life.

Angelo's P.O.V

My thoughts were unclear and jumbled as I sped down the narrow road to meet my men at the location they had placed the attackers in.

I was pissed, whether at myself for being such an asshole to Alessa, or the fact I'm letting the fact that I was an asshole to let her get to me.

Why did I do that? I asked myself, my knuckles turning white from the harsh grip I had on the steering wheel.

Caught up on my loathing thougths, I hadn't realised Alonso had called me 3 times before I picked up.

"What?" I asked, my tone harsh and sharp.

I swear I could feel the smirk Alonso was wearing right now, it only pissed me off more, since he obviously knew what happened.

"Woah, there asshole of the year, what got on your bad side?" he asked, amusement evident in his voice.

One day his over-confident ass is going to get killed by someone. That person may be me.

Huffing, I leaned back into the leather seat, "Alessa is my problem Alonso, she's so fragile, innocent compared to our world, I don't know how to handle her," I spoke wearily, while simply staring out onto the road, slowly the car down a bit as my anger dissolved.

"Or are you the problem Angelo, its been 4 years man, what's stopping you?" he asked, almost hearing the exasperation in his voice.

"I don't know, ever since it happened I cant trust women, I mean how can I make Alessa fall for me if I cant trust my own emotions around her?" Sighing I flexed my hands around the smooth wheel, trying to relieve some of the pressure I was feeling.

"Angelo, listen to me and listen to me good, Alessa is not her, she has her own wealth built around her as well as wealthy parents, you cannot be comparing Alessa to her. Alessa is fragile , yes, but she has the heart and soul of a saint, open you eyes Angelo, maybe its time you let it go, she may be the one who broke you, but Alessa may be the one who can fix you," he said, his tone serious as all amusement had disappeared from his voice . The only time I ever heard Alonso speak so genuinely, was the when I first became the Boss of the Mafia group ,and now.

Sighing, I reached over the hang-up button, "Its hard to let go Alonso, I thought she was the one, I cant just give away my heart and trust, not when I fear of it being discarded again," I replied sincerely . Alonso was the only non-family person who has ever heard about my inner turmoil thoughts, he may be an ass-wipe sometimes but he's like my brother, and usually brothers are always right.

Hanging up, I lent back in my seat mulling over everything Alonso had said to me. He was right, I had to let it go, she's gone, she left four years ago. But she left with my heart.

I had to learn to trust Alessa, but I couldn't do it alone. I had to apologize to her, tell her I'm sorry for acting out the way I did and maybe give a simple explanation without ripping open the wound that has not healed properly.

Nodding to myself, I took a swift turn and parked up the car on a gravel driveway, putting my game-face on, I stepped out of the car to face the men who attempted to hurt Alessa.

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OHHH! Emotions , emotions everywhere! Again, sorry for the short chapter , the next one will be longer . Hope you enjoyed ! Until next time ! ~Bella~ :-)