My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my d...
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CHAPTER 10: BLOOD AND KISSES
ALLESSIO'S POV
"So should we still continue preparing to make a deal with those low-level scums, or are we going to start preparing for a wedding instead?"
The look I gave Fierro could have sent others running for their lives, but he just stood in front of me unfazed. "If you want to prepare for a wedding, go for it. But it will be your wedding even if I have to knock you out and strap you into a wheelchair and have Lorenzo look for a bride that you can marry."
He scoffed. "No thanks." He reached for a glass and then poured himself of the Vecchia Romagna that I'm drinking. "If you're not going to wed her, what are your plans for her? Is she another one of your scheduled fucks like Leandra?"
I wouldn't be surprised if the glass I'm holding will shatter with how tight I'm gripping it. "I know you're a lot of things, Fierro, but I didn't know you for a man who has a death wish. Why don't you write a letter for your family first as my last respect for them before I break your neck?"
He rolled his eyes, but he took a step back, reminding me why he's my under boss in the first place. He's smart and as ruthless as I am, and he also has a good instinct when his life and those around him is at stake.
"I'm just asking. One moment you're telling me that she's not yours even though the way you act when she's involved says otherwise, and then the next we need to turn off the security cameras in the entertainment room because you're in there with her."
A muscle ticked in my jaw, tension filling the air with Fierro's words.
"I've known you for years, Allessio. You go through women faster than you lose bullets, but not once did you promise any of those women anything. They know what they're getting into with you. You fuck them, and then they go home. But the way you are with your principessina is different, and you can't deny that." He chuckled as if he found something funny. "Italian temper? She said that, right? Your Italian, but a temper? You're the calmest person I ever met, except when you're in a Filipino grocery store. You'll be facing death or the people around you are dropping dead, and you will still be unshaken. And yet around that woman, your worse than a teenager going through puberty."
"Make a choice. A broken neck or a bullet in the head?"
He shook his head in resignation. "It's you who need to make a choice. You need to make a choice, Allessio, and she needs to be aware of that choice. We both know that she has gone through a lot already. We both saw her in that club. She looks like an angel with her wings clipped. She's broken already."
"I'm not trying to break her," I growled. "I'm trying to do the opposite that's why I tried to stay away from her."
"Are you even hearing yourself? Tried. You've tried, but you stopped."
