23. Alessandro

Chapter twenty-three

Alessandro

Adriana is fast asleep on my bed. I can't seem to get my hands off her. We had sex again last night. It felt incredible with no condoms. The way her body responds to me makes me do unreasonable things. Like cumming in her again.

And I'd be lying to myself if I said it didn't feel damn good fucking her skin to skin.

She has creases on her head as she sleeps. It makes me wonder what all the thoughts on her mind are that still disturb her even in her sleep. My instincts push me to kiss the lines off her pretty face. Fuck . Adriana is getting to me too hard. I can't let that happen.

But the more sex we have, the more I feel a part of me softening up to her. She's fucked me up. And I told her so. Now she knows she has my heart. And frankly, I am sick of this constant back and forth battle between my head and my heart… or rather dick I should say. But my head keeps insisting that I shouldn't put all my trust in her. Fuck!

I roll to the other side of the bed, staring at the empty space instead of her face.

Daniel would pick me up in an hour's time to drop me off at the airport for a business trip. Adriana has no idea I'll be gone before she wakes up.

I'm leaving for Bolivia in place of my father to meet with a new client. Father has stepped down from his duties since Madre died. He is still at the safehouse as Aldo still breathes. I'm not letting anyone close to me fall into his plans anymore.

Daniel will watch over Adriana while I'm gone. Even though we aren't on agreeing terms just yet because of Father, he is the only one I can trust with Adriana. I pull the sheets off my body and roll out of bed.

My wounds haven't healed completely; they hurt when I stretch. I'm walking naked into the bathroom to take my shower. The cold drops of water fall on my body, causing tiny goosebumps on my skin. I scrub my body hard, recalling the events of last night.

It hits me hard. Madre wouldn't call me ever again, and I wouldn't get to hold her in my arms. It's all my fucking fault for not protecting her. I let the one person who meant the world to me down, and now I've lost her. I fucking lost her and there's no damn thing in the world I can do to bring her back.

But I know this… I will not rest until I shed his blood; Aldo's blood for Madre's blood. He better triple his man power now.

I won't lose Adriana too. The thought of losing her disturbs me.

My hair drips as I step out of the shower. She is still asleep when I walk back into the room. The towel is hanging low on my waist as I walk to the closet to grab my clothes.

I don't want Adriana to be awake when I leave. I'm trying to get her out of my head…Here comes my head pushing again… against my heart.

I slip into my favorite white shirt, folding the sleeves by my biceps, with tailored black pants to pair. The morning becomes brighter with the rays of sun slipping into the room through the tiny spaces between the curtains. Adriana turns, groaning lightly.

I walk out of the room with my suitcase, closing the door gently behind me. Daniel's call pops up as soon as I walk to the living room.

"Get your fucking ass out and let's leave." He cuts off the call immediately. I walk out to see his car parked by the gate.

Stronzo (Asshole).

He has the engine on as I slide into the seat beside his.

"Adriana?"

"Still asleep. She has no idea I'm leaving for Bolivia."

He nods, driving the car out of the gate.

"I'm sorry about Madre ," he says as we drive to the airport.

He still has no idea what my mother did. I make an uneasy sound while adjusting in my seat. My eyes are glued to the road as the ride falls quiet. Neither of us wants to clear the air about our last fight. We arrive at the airport thirty minutes before my flight.

"I'll let you know when I get there," I say as I walk out of the car. Daniel nods a response before zooming off.

***

This trip would pave the way for new branches in other locations. I can't fuck this up.

A driver in a silver Rolls-Royce Spectre picks me up from the airport in El Alto. He takes my suitcase to the car trunk and slides into the driver's seat. The air smells different as I enter the car. He is dressed in a black suit with perfectly dark trimmed hair.

"Welcome to Bolivia, Signore Alessandro Malgeri."

A bottle of whiskey with a wine glass is sitting next to me.

"Signore Chito says you should have some rest at the hotel. He'll meet you later in the evening."

"Alright. That's fine."

He returns his gaze to the road and starts to drive. The tinted glasses offer a chilled view of the beautiful city of La Paz. High-rise buildings with smaller, colorful houses dot the city. The driver stops at the Ocean Sky Suites, a thirty-minute drive from the airport. The exterior design is striking, with beautifully colored flowers and a fountain. It has an outdoor pool and several oak trees.

"We are here," the driver says with a smile as he stops the car. I get out of the car, staring at the hotel. It's fucking huge, just the way I like it.

"Signore Chito had everything sorted out. He said to enjoy your stay and have the Bolivia experience!"

A bellhop meets with me to carry my suitcase into my suite. The receptionist confirms my reservation and gives me my key card.

The hotel is decorated with several paintings as I walk to my suite. It has a large space as I step into it, with a staircase in it. The smell of roses and lavender fills the air. I take out my phone from my pocket as I step into the living area. It has a few pots of flowers by the corners, a large couch, and a flat TV.

There are a couple of other pieces of furniture, like carved wooden chairs and a round table on one side of the room. The backdoor is made of glass, giving me a clear view of nature.

A knock lands on my door almost immediately as I turn to the stairs.

I need some fucking rest already. My suitcase is by the door, where the bellhop left it.

"Who is it?" I ask, walking to my suitcase to grab my gun. No one responds. My fingers carefully tug at the lock of the suitcase to make no sound as I open it to retrieve my gun. I grab the pistol in my hand, walking closer to the door.

Another knock lands on it. The image of a lady in red lipstick and dark hair comes into view as I peep through the doorhole. I hold the gun behind me as I unlock the door.

A sexy lady dressed in a short red gown stands in front of the door. Her shiny, dark hair flows down her shoulder. The dress gives a full view of her fucking long legs. She has a smile on her face as she scans my body with her eyes moving all over me.

"Who are you?"

"Chito sent me here to keep you company."

I look further down the hallway, but nobody's around.

She has Latino eyes, a curvy body, and titties that would fit right into my mouth.

"He said he was going to talk to you about this."

There has been no word from him since I arrived in La Paz. Except for all the driver had said. I'm convincing myself that this is the perfect moment to get Adriana off my head. Thoughts of her crowded my mind throughout the flight.

I open the door wide enough for her, not bothering to ask for her name. I won't be needing it much anyways.

Daniel's call distracts me as I lead her up to my bedroom. A king-sized bed is at the center of the room, with a bucket of ice and wine on the nightstand. Two wine glasses are beside it.

"Is it done already?" I ask, answering his call.

Adriana had warned me about her father. I'm not taking any risks by trusting him with the stupid deal. Daniel suggested planting our men in the midst of Gustavo's gang.

"Yes. Met with Chito yet?"

" Mi ha mandato una cagna. (He sent me a bitch.)"

Daniel bursts into a laugh. "Adriana was looking for you when she woke up. I can't tell if she's pissed at you for not telling her."

"No more talks about Adriana, asshole." I reply.

" Divertiti, cazzo. (Have fun, damn it.)"

I end the call, setting my phone on the nightstand. She is sprawled on the bed with her legs crossed and a seductive look on her face.

"Hold the fuck on," I tell her.

"It's harder when you look this sexy hot. Those tattoos. Fuck."

I pull off my shirt and walk to the bathroom to take a pee. The whispering sounds from the room catch my attention as I rinse my hands in the sink. I leave the tap on, pressing my ear to the door. She's having a conversation with someone on the phone in a language I don't understand.

Something feels off, my gut tells me. I peep through the keyhole to watch her. She has her back to the door, facing the nightstand. It takes a few moments before she returns to the bed and begins to undress herself. The wine glasses are filled already. She pulls down the straps of her dress and takes a glass in her hand.

"You're keeping me waiting, Signore." Her voice is high-pitched with an unnatural tone. She sounds nothing like Adriana.

I close the faucet on the sink and walk out of the bathroom to meet her.

She's sipping her drink with her legs slightly apart. Her red panties are on display, with thighs that are begging for me to bury my head in them.

I walk to meet her by the bed. She grins as she downs the whole glass. "I poured you some to help you relax."

She bites her lips, pulling the straps of her dress further down until her breasts fall out of the dress. She does look sexy but if I'm honest to myself, her body looks nothing compared to Adriana's fucking full round tits and perfectly carved ass… Flawless tits and ass that have only been tasted by me. And it makes me feel damn proud.

Fuck, I can't be thinking of her again. Not now .

I hold the glass in my hand as I climb on the bed, hovering over her.

"Who sent you?"

My fingers wrap around her neck, squeezing gently. She smiles, holding the hem of my pants.

"Who fucking sent you?" I grip her throat tighter. The smile washes off her face instantly as her eyes widen in shock.

She struggles as I slowly choke her. Her nails dig into my skin. I bring the glass closer to her lips to force the content into her mouth. She shakes her head, trying to keep her lips closed. Her face reddens with my fingers tight on her neck.

"Who sent you here?" I yell. I release my grip on her to let her speak. She coughs out with tears in her eyes. "Fucking answer me."

"It was... Chito."

"What did you add to the drink?"

"I have no fucking idea. The driver only handed it to me to put it in your drink."

Her green eyes quiver as she stares at me.

This was a fucking setup.

Ah, fuck!

"What else did he tell you?" I grunt at her. Her body tenses from the intensity of my voice. She starts to cry.

"Just to put the pill inside your drink. He said you'll fall asleep, and they'll be here to take care of the rest."

Bastardos (Bastards) !

I smash the glass on the floor and slide down the bed. I'm pulling my shirt back on as I rush out of the room to the living room. I left my gun beside my suitcase downstairs. Chito has betrayed me.

I'm not fucking safe here.