Mafia Heir’s Broken Vows (Rosewood Hall Broken Vows)

14. Alessandro

ALESSANDRO

D ark mahogany shelves lined with untouched books crowd my father's office. The scent of old leather, cigar smoke, and expensive scotch hangs in the room. My father, Matteo D'Angelo, sits behind his massive desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His piercing eyes settle on me with a disappointment that feels worse than any bullet I've dodged.

"You're slipping, Alessandro," he says, voice cold and clipped. "Marco's making moves against us, and you're too distracted to stop him."

I stand firm, jaw tight. "I have it under control."

His chuckle is humorless. "Control? A bomb threat was found on her car, and now there are whispers of a bastard child. A weakness."

My fists clench, the veins along my arms bulging. "Leo is not a weakness. Or a bastard, he is mine." My voice comes out like a growl, my restraint razor thin.

His expression sharpens. "He will be if you don't solidify your position. Which is why you'll marry Isabella Castellano."

The words are like a gunshot, hitting me right in the chest. I freeze, a ripple of disbelief flashing through me before it morphs into white-hot fury.

I narrow my eyes. "You think a marriage to a woman I don't even know will stop Marco?" The rage in my voice is cold, and measured, but lethal.

He leans forward with his hands clasped. "It will send a message. To Marco, to our enemies, to everyone. Isabella is the daughter of Vittorio Castellano—an alliance with their family ensures Marco is isolated."

I scoff, pacing in front of his desk. "Isabella's brother is Marco's closest ally. You think he won't use her to get to me?"

"She knows her duty." His voice leaves no room for argument. "And so do you."

He stares at me like I'm a pawn he's moving into position.

"Duty?" I sneer, stepping closer to his desk, fists trembling at my sides. "You're asking me to destroy what's left of my family for a strategic move?"

"You're serious?" My voice is low, dangerous.

My father doesn't flinch. "Isabella is a strategic move. Marrying her unites our families and isolates Marco. You know how this game is played."

This isn't a fucking game. I take a slow breath, fighting to keep my temper in check. "And what about Serafina? About Leo?"

He leans forward, eyes narrowing. "They're collateral. This is bigger than your—attachments."

"Attachments," I repeat, my voice dripping with venom. "You're threatening my family like they're pawns on your board."

I grip the edge of the desk, holding back the urge to punch my father. "I won't marry Isabella."

His stare hardens. "You will. Or you'll watch everything you care about burn. Do you think Marco cares about your boy? About that woman? He will use them to bleed you dry. Marry Isabella, and they live."

The air leaves my lungs. He's ruthless—always has been—but this? He's tying a noose around my neck and tightening it with their lives.

"You have until the end of the week to decide," he adds, rising to his feet. "Choose wisely."

I leave the study, his threat crushing me. My mind spins—the bomb threat on Serafina's car, Leo's frightened eyes, and now this forced marriage. My family's legacy is a noose tightening around my throat. Loyalty at all costs, is what family means to my father. But loyalty shouldn't mean sacrificing the people who matter.

I stalk down the marble halls, footsteps echoing, but the emptiness offers no comfort. I stop in front of the wine cabinet, gripping the edge of the counter until my knuckles turn white. I want to drink until I forget, drown it all out.

Marrying Isabella would secure our family's dominance, but at what cost? Serafina would never forgive me. And Leo—my son—would grow up seeing me as the man who abandoned them. He will hate me even more than his mother already does.

And yet—my father was right about one thing. Marco doesn't care about any of that. He won't stop.

Later that night, I stand at the balcony doors, staring into the rain. The city lights shine through the weather far in the distance, muted by the storm. Thunder rumbles through the air, a warning of the chaos brewing.

I hear the soft footsteps behind me before Serafina speaks.

"What did he want?" Her voice is wary but curious. She knows my father—he is just like hers.

I don't turn. "To remind me who I am." The bitterness in my voice tastes like acid. I want to stand up to him, to all of them, to say no. But I know how that ends. I'd disappear and never come back this time.

She steps closer. "And who is that?" she asks me as if it is that simple.

I look at her, really look at her—the fire in her eyes, the defiance in her stance. She's not afraid of me. Not like she should be. She managed to get away from it all, to start a life—but it still caught up to her, found her in her peace. There's no escape, there is just loyalty to your family.

"Someone who doesn't have a choice." I know what I need to do, and it might just kill me to do it.

Her expression softens, but there's steel in her voice. "There's always a choice, Alessandro."

She has no idea what my life is truly like, how my family works. I could choose her, and Marco, or my father, would have her killed in a heartbeat. If I marry Isabella, she gets to walk away, start over, and have a real life. The one she wanted for Leo—one without me in it.

I huff a laugh, dark and humorless. "Not this time," I say to her, "My father has arranged for me to marry Isabella. I possess merely a week to conform to the agreement and solidify the pact with her family. It's the only way we can make sure Marco will leave us alone."

There's little point in lying or drawing this out. I'm not going to put her or my son in harm's way.

"This way you get the life you wanted for Leo, away from me and my family." I keep my tone neutral, but it's a lie—I'm unraveling inside.

"You have no idea what I want." She says. I can feel her pain and disappointment, I see it in her eyes, and it is killing me.

"I know that this is not what I want." I confess, "You are what I want, you and Leo, and a life where I do have a choice." It sounds easy enough, but I know it's impossible. She's the one thing I can't have. "You have always been what I want, that never changed. I left, but I never stopped wanting you."

Serafina looks at me, but she doesn't say anything.

The silence stretches, heavy and unbearable. I see her struggling, battling the same storm inside her.

I'm not hiding it now. I love her—and my son. I love her enough to let her go, again.

I close the gap between us, pulling her small body close to me so I can hold her. She melts against me, a soft sigh escaping her perfect lips as she looks up at me. For a fleeting moment, I had it all.

My hand lifts to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing along her skin. She doesn’t pull away. Her breath catches, but she holds my gaze.

“You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” I confess again, my voice rough. “You. Leo. But wanting you doesn’t make this safe.”

Her eyes darken, and in that moment, neither of us moves—until I do.

It’s reckless. It’s selfish. But I kiss her anyway.

I dip my face down, claiming her lips fiercely. The connection is frantic, a wordless appeal for absolution. She reacts, her fingers clawing at me, yanking me nearer, intensifying our kiss until the space between us disappears. My cock stiffens as her soft breasts press against my chest. Damn, I want to touch every inch of her.

“God, Serafina,” I groan against her lips. “What do you want?”

“Alessandro,” she purrs, her voice sultry and thick with desire. “I want you all of you...”

“Tell me what you want,” I insist, my breath hot in her ear.

She exhales shakily, nearly begging, “I want to feel every inch of you inside me…”

Without another word, I scoop her into my arms, carrying her toward the bedroom. She feels right against me, her warmth igniting a fire deep within. When I reach the bed, I lay her down gently, taking a moment to admire how she looks underneath me, flushed and ready.

As I position myself over her, I slide my hand down her body, feeling the heat radiate from her skin as I find her clit. I tease it slowly with my fingers, and she gasps, her hips instinctively arching towards me. “Like this…?” I whisper, watching her face as I continue to play.

“Please, don’t tease me!” she whines, her voice dripping with urgency.

I smile wickedly, relishing in her desperation as I slow my pace, letting her feel every stroke, teasing her until she’s a whimpering mess beneath me. I drop down, swirling my finger around the slick opening of her pussy while keeping pressure on her sensitive clit.

“More, Alessandro!” she gasps, pushing herself against my hand. “I need more!”

With a deliberate slowness, I finally push my finger inside her, and she gasps, her body clenching around me. “Oh! Yes!” she cries, lost in the sensation. As I work my finger in and out, I add another, stretching her, curling them just right to find that spot, and she loses it completely, her body trembling around me, her moans echoing through the room.

“Please! I’m so close,” she whimpers, her face contorted in pleasure.

And I'm not finished with her yet. I want to taste her come, and I lower my mouth to her wet lips, licking her with firm strokes as she cries out, her sensitivity heightened. “Oh my god… Alessandro” she shouts my name as I bury my face deeper, relishing the way she tastes.

Her body writhes beneath me, unable to contain herself. “I can’t… I need your cock inside of me!” she begs madly, and I feel the heat of her need wash over me, driving me into a frenzy.

I kiss her deeply, drowning in her taste as my thick cock rubs against her wet opening, driving us both wild. I can feel her heartbeat against me, and the weight of urgency builds between us. Our lips collide as I push against her, ready to surrender, but just as she’s about to come again, I slam into her.

“Alessandro!” she screams, her body consuming me fully, the heat enveloping us both.

I take control, thrusting deeper as her moans turn into cries of pleasure. I can’t get enough of her, of how she feels stretched around me, the way her body responds to every thrust.

“Do you still want more?” I tease, pulling back almost completely before slamming back in, feeling her walls wrap around me.

“Please, yes… all of you!” she begs, nearly feral with need.

With a sudden shift, I pull her legs up and turn her over, positioning her on all fours. I take a moment to admire the perfect curve of her back and the way her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat. My gaze drops lower, and I can’t help but feast my eyes on her pink, glistening pussy, shaped almost like a heart, wet and inviting.

Without hesitation, I push into her from behind. The feeling is exquisite; I can feel her tighten around me, gripping me like a vice as I fill her to the hilt, hitting a depth that makes me groan in pleasure. The new angle sends shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, and I sense her pushing back against me, eager for every inch.

“Just like this,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly, guiding her back to meet my thrusts, penetrating her deeper with each movement. The heat radiates from her, and I can feel her body quiver with each thrust, pushing us both closer to the edge.

“Yes… Alessandro” she moans, the sound driving me wild. I pick up the pace, losing myself in the overwhelming heat of her body beneath me, every thrust igniting a primal desire to claim her completely.

We’re lost in our rhythm, the tension escalating with each powerful thrust, pulling us both back toward the precipice. Her cries of pleasure urge me on as I bury myself deeper into her tight pussy, each movement sending us soaring higher. The intensity builds within us, overwhelming and electric, until we both feel the climax approaching, the ecstasy ready to spill over.

With one final push, I feel her clench around me, and the wave crashes over us. “Alessandro!” she cries, and I follow her over the edge, our bodies intertwining, shaking as we ride out the last of our pleasure together, each pulse and thrust sending another jolt of bliss through us.