Nicole's POV:

i woke up to alessandro taking my shoes off and laying me down in bed. he put a blanket over me after. i was freezing. why was it so cold in here?

"where am i? i asked him

"you're at my house, you were beaten pretty badly." he said in a low tone walking outs

"i didn't think anyone was coming to fine me, thank you" i said laying back down. still cold as ever

he turned back to me and walked over to the bed. he placed a light kiss on my forehead.

"you're welcome amore" he said

i fell back asleep and he walked out of the room. almost an hour went past and i woke up

i walked to the bathroom to look at myself. my makeup was ruined. my hair needed to be washed and my clothes were ripped

god i hate that women. i want her dead. i looked in the mirror to see the dried blood in the cut from my lip. i took a small towel and dabbed it with some water.

i look in the mirror to see alessandro standing there watching. god he was beautiful. tall. dark hair. dark eyes. tattoos all over. olive skin

god stop thinking nicole...

"sorry i was cleaning my cut" i said still dabbing the blood off with a towel

"come here" he said staring at me

i turned around and walked towards him. he picked me up and set me on the counter while he grabbed the first aid kit from under the skin. did he just- whatever

he stood between my legs while putting the rubbing alcohol on my cut causing me to wince from the sting.

"you could've told me you were going to do that" i said to him

"i don't have to tell you anything" he said in a low tone

i rolled my eyes at him. he looked at me for a second before he grabbed me by my throat. who does he think he is? putting his hand me. i mean i didn't mind it....

"don't roll your eyes at me caro. or you're going to regret it" he said with a blank expression. i looked at him almost as if i wanted him to do something. again...i wouldn't mind it but he doesn't need to know that

he deep voice gave me chills down my spine. i couldn't get enough.....fuck nicole you're doing it again. stop.

he let go of my neck and began to stitch my cut. why is he so good at this? he never answered my question that night at the club because someone doesn't just live in a big house with amazing rooms and knows how to stitch a cut really good.

"where's my mother. and how did you find me in the first place?" i asked while playing with the rings on her fingers

"don't worry about it. i got it handled" he said finishing my stitch also ignoring my question about how he found me.

" i want to know. and i want to shoot her in the head" i said back to him.

"i know you do. i do too, but it would be better if i did it don't you think?" he said finishing my stitch

"whatever" i said while getting off the counter and walking out the bathroom and sitting on the bed.

"if you really want to know, she's downstairs in the basement with one knife in her leg and another on in her hand" he said brushing it off as if it was nothing

i looked back at him with a small smirk and a raise brow. now if that doesn't sound like fun i don't know what does

"can i see?" i said looking at him

"no. i got it under control and the one thing i don't need is you messing it up" he said in a low tone

i gave him a confusing look

"who said i was going to mess anything up? all i want to do is shoot her in the head and walk out of here happy" i said still giving him that same look

he walked towards me almost towering over me. i looked him straight in the face. again

"i said you were going to mess something up, don't play with me nicole. and you're not leaving. i already had enzo go and get your stuff to bring here. your car will be here tomorrow as well" he said still standing over me looking down on me

fuck he was beautiful. i would just love to- stop. it. nicole.

"fine." i said as i huffed

after i said that he stared at me for a few minutes. he broke the eye contact as he walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.