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

27. Alessandro

ALESSANDRO

T he morning air is fresh as we stand on the private airstrip, the sky still cloaked in the faint purple of pre-dawn. The sleek, all-black jet shines in the bright runway lights, its engines spooling up to carry us away. Around me, my last trusted men—those who dared to come with me—are securing every detail of our departure. They hustle around the tarmac, and I catch the brief glances they exchange—respectful, but filled with uncertainty. This isn't just a business trip. They know it's a one-way journey. If they come with me, they'll never return. If they stay, they'll never see me again.

I watch the horizon, where the first light begins to bleed into the sky. The world is so still—like the dead quiet before a storm. For once, I know the storm isn't coming. Not yet.

Behind me, Serafina stands close, Leo next to her, jabbering about the plane. His wide-eyed excitement is a sharp contrast to the weight in my chest. I envy his innocence and the way he sees this as an adventure. For him, it is. For me, it's the final chapter of a life I no longer want.

I step closer to Serafina, brushing my hand over her arm. The contact grounds me and reminds me of why I'm doing this.

"It's all set," I say quietly. "The villa is ready. Security is in place. No one will find us." The lie tastes bittersweet. There are no guarantees, only hope and precautions. But it's all I can give her.

Serafina lifts her gaze to mine, uncertainty shadowing her eyes. We both want to believe this is our fresh start, but the past has been cruel. Trust doesn't come easily—not even now.

"Do you really think this is enough? To keep us safe? To keep him safe?" she asks, her voice soft but steady.

I cup her face, my thumb gently brushing her cheek. She leans into my touch, her warmth melting a fraction of the tension coiling in my chest. I kiss her cheek, slow and deliberate, like a promise.

"It's enough," I say, my voice firm even as doubt gnaws at me. "This is our fresh start." If they come for me, I'll make sure they never get to her.

Her lips part like she wants to argue, but then she leans forward and kisses me back, her soft lips tasting faintly of cherries. When she pulls back, there's a faint smile on her face—a flicker of trust I don't deserve but will do anything to keep.

"Then let's go," she murmurs.

I look at the jet again—a symbol of both escape and the unknown. It's freedom and exile, all at once. But for them, I'll bear it.

Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I guide her forward. Leo bounds up the steps ahead of us, his excitement filling the air. He's brimming with joy at the idea of flying in the sky, oblivious to the weight of what we're leaving behind.

The jet engines whine as we soar above the clouds. City lights fade beneath us, shrinking to tiny, insignificant sparks swallowed by the clouds. I stare through the window, watching the world disappear beneath us—the city, the power, the weight of the D'Angelo name. For the first time, I feel free—like a bird above these clouds.

Serafina sits beside me. Leo is coloring in a book she packed to keep him entertained. It's filled with pictures of planes, trains, and cars. His favorite things—anything that goes. His chatter fills the cabin, a constant stream of facts and questions. His energy is endless, and I almost wish I could train Google to answer him directly because I can't keep up with the speed of his curiosity.

Her eyes are closed, but I can tell she's not asleep. She's just resting, smiling as she listens to us talk about supersonic jets and planes with six wings. The sight of her, so calm and serene, is a sharp contrast to the storm we just escaped.

I lean back in my seat, but my mind won't rest. The briefcase at my feet is filled with everything I could salvage—property deeds, bank accounts, legitimate investments. Nothing tied to the blood money I'm leaving behind. No dirty money. No shady deals. Only clean ventures now. For the first time, I feel like I've started to cut those chains. My new life won't be tainted by the past. I won't owe them anything—they can't ever have a reason to 'collect.'

It's not about wealth. I can make more money. It's about creating something pure, untouched by the legacy of violence and control. It's about building a new legacy. Something I can be proud of.

I glance at Serafina, her face soft in the dim cabin light. Her profile is peaceful, her breathing even, but I remember the flicker of fear in her eyes when I told her we were leaving. The way hope had fought to take its place. She gave me her trust. I won't waste it.

I reach over and cover her hand with mine. She opens her eyes, blinking away sleep, and gives me a sexy little smile. That smile—it does something to me, something I can't even put into words.

"We're almost there," I whisper.

Her smile grows, small but genuine. "I know."

The villa rests on a hillside, bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon sun. White walls are bright against the blue sky, terracotta rooftop makes it look like a postcard. The ocean stretches out in the distance, waves glittering cresting white. The opposite of anywhere I have lived before.

Serafina gets out of the car first, holding Leo's hand as they walk up the winding stone path to the blue front door. Her eyes are wide as saucers while she takes in the sprawling fruit orchards, and the tall cypress trees swaying gently in the breeze.

Leo tugs at her hand, he's beaming. He's pulling her along.

"Is this our new house? We have got a beach and a pool?" We have got everything he could ever want.

I kneel beside him, ruffling his dark hair. "Yeah, little man. This is home now." We haven't explained to him that I'm his dad—not yet. Now that we're here we can be a family, and he will know I'm his father.

Serafina turns to me, her expression unreadable. "Alessandro…this is… more than I ever expected." She thought we'd struggle, that I'd be left with nothing—I am not a stupid man. I've always had an exit plan. A fail-safe for when I needed it.

I shrug, a small smile tugging at my lips. "It'll do." I laugh, "I wanted our home to be somewhere idyllic." Nothing like the life we had. I wanted quiet, and slow. Where we could appreciate the small things.

She lets out a laugh, looking around as if still waiting to wake up. But this is real. No more guarded halls, no more threats lurking in the shadows. No guns, and high walls, with cameras and gates. Just open air and the ocean.

We walk through the wide, arched doorway into sun-drenched rooms, with enormous windows overlooking the sea. The walls are warm, painted in soft, earthy tones. There are no hidden rooms here. No locked doors. Only light.

I watch Serafina as she traces her fingers along the edge of the wooden banister. The rustic charm of the coastal villa suits her lighter personality.

"It's perfect," she breathes.

I slip my hand into hers.

"So are you."

We sit on the stone terrace, overlooking the darkening sea. Sipping cocktails, we mixed ourselves in the new kitchen. They're terrible, but not great—we'll get better at it. The air is cooler now in the evening, the scent of salt and jasmine drifting on the breeze.

Leo is asleep upstairs, safe and happy—exhausted from the trip, and the beach. He's so happy and carefree, I imagine being a child again. His excitement was contagious, it was as if I experienced the ocean again for the first time through his eyes.

Serafina leans against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Do you think we can really hide here?" she asks softly.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer.

"We're not hiding. We're living."

She is quiet for a long moment. Then she lifts her head, studying me.

"You gave up everything. Your name. Your family. Everything you knew."

I brush my thumb along her jaw, tilting her face to mine.

"No," I whisper. "I gave up nothing, to get everything I wanted."

Her breath catches, and then she closes the space between us, her lips soft and warm against mine. The kiss is slow, tender—not rushed, not desperate. Just her sweetness, and softness.

When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers.

"Careful, you'll start something kissing me like that," I murmur.

"That was my intention," she answers getting up to come straddle me. "You smell good," she says kissing my neck.

"Thank you." I sigh, her tongue grazing the skin on my neck. I shiver, and she giggles before kissing me more. Soft kisses, little bites that make it hard to think straight. My cock is aching hard inside my pants—every touch making it worse. I know she can feel it; I can feel her warmth through the fabric where she's rubbing against me.

She starts to unbutton my shirt, one by one—really slowly, I look at her in the fading light. God, she is fucking gorgeous. "So beautiful," I whisper and smile, leaning in to kiss me again as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders. Then she slowly starts kissing down my bare chest. "Fuck." I sigh, holding back my urge to take control. It's all so sexy, I feel spoiled having a woman like her.

"Pants off," she says with a cheeky grin as she unbuckles my belt.

"Yes, Queen," I reply playfully, opening the button, and sliding the zipper down to free my throbbing cock for her.

"Hmm, I like Queen." She says, leaning back to wrap her fingers around my cock. Her hungry eyes watch as her hands pump it up and down. Her hips roll forward sliding her wetness against my shaft.

"You want to fuck me?" I ask, watching her skin blush a deep red.

"Yes," she sighs rubbing against me, her hands expertly teasing my cock. "Please." She pants breathlessly using me to pleasure herself. Swiping the bead of pre-cum off the tip, she licks her finger and moans. The sight of her tongue tasting me, and the wetness of her pussy right there is driving me feral.

"Then do it," I growl, gripping her ass and pulling her against my cock, shifting so I am pushing into her, just the tip. She kisses me hard, biting my lip and grinding against me, but still not taking me inside her. I watch her mouth fall open as she slides herself down on my cock, taking all of me, so deep her moans become silent. She starts running her hands all over me, the sensation only fueling my desire to grip her hips and fuck her senseless—but I am enjoying the way she is taking control.

When she starts moving faster, we fuck like animals, hard, uncontrolled passion. Serafina rides me to two orgasms, coming all over my cock twice. On the third one, I grab her hips and thrust up into her, matching her every move until I finish deep inside her.

"Fuck, that was sexy," is all I can mutter as I try to calm my racing heart.

"I'm sorry," she whispers blushing a deep red.

"What do you mean?"

"I just attacked you and took over. I was so turned on I couldn't stop." She covers her face with her hands.

"You don't have to be sorry for that—ever," I say taking her hands away, kissing her again. My cock starts to get hard again, just from a kiss.