Chapter 6
Alessandro
Luci:
Screw all the way off, Alessandro. That’s incredibly creepy.
I laugh at Luci’s text, tossing my phone on my bed as I change clothes before grabbing a drink in the kitchen. As I watch the amber liquid pour into the tumbler, I wonder who Luci genuinely is. Is she the good little people pleaser I met at the bar or the woman I met upstairs, fire practically begging to escape from her? To be determined.
I mentally scan through the Rolodex of things I need to accomplish soon—mainly work, Luci, and most importantly, telling Geno that we’ve found the missing Miani debt.
Geno’s papa, my great-grandfather, died when I was ten. I vividly remember them fighting over this regularly. He would scream at Geno, reminding him that he ‘let that Miani girl get away and now he needs to figure out how to get payment.’ Since my mamma, Gia, died when I was a newborn, Geno would repeat a version to my papa, Salvatore, until he ran off when I was six. He left me with Geno and I haven’t seen or heard from the man who gave me life since. I have no idea where he went or if he’s even alive. When I turned eighteen, Geno sat me down and showed me the contract, explaining what happened to him and Stella Miani. How her family bet everything they had and lost. Since they had no form of payment, they worked out a plan and gave up their only child, a young virgin daughter, to pay the debt off. Most importantly, how it was now my job to search for Stella and her family. “It is your job, nipote, to find a descendant of Stella Miani and marry her. It’s up to you to collect on this debt.” His words still echo in my head the same way they did a decade ago. Seconds later, Marco walks in with this shit-eating grin on his face as he holds his tablet.
“I heard Luciana has awoken from her slumber.” Marco struts in, practically dancing. If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d be tempted to knock his ass out right here in my kitchen.
Swirling the liquid in the glass, I respond as I focus on the drink’s movement. “She has. She also decided to ruin her bedroom as a form of rebellion.”
Man, I’d love to watch that show. You turned on the cameras in her bedroom, right? We can watch that instant replay.” He waves the tablet and goes to unlock it.
I knock the tablet out of his hands and grab the collar of his shirt. “You watch anything on the cameras in her bedroom I will slit your throat and watch you bleed out while I finish my drink. I will be the only one watching her bedroom cameras.”
He shoves me away, confusion and annoyance marring his face. “Noted. Don’t watch the cameras in Luciana’s bedroom. Seriously though, you need a reality check, dude.” I can only grunt as an answer while he grabs a drink and sits down near me.
We catch up on a few other things, both personal and business, until it all becomes monotonous. Normally, I savor the moments I spend with Marco outside of work, but I can’t keep Luci out of my head. The clock strikes 3 a.m. when we say our goodbyes, heading our respective ways to our bedrooms.
Temptation creeps up when I walk by the stairs that go up to Luci’s bedroom. While playing with Luci both physically and mentally makes my dick hard, I can’t let that happen tonight. That night I fall asleep, knowing I’ll make Geno proud, but also annoyed with how much she’s already gotten into my head.