Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Alessia Guzman
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I woke up thirsty late at night and I walked down the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. But I was not prepared for what I saw going on in Leonardo’s office.
I hurried back to my room after what I had just seen, not bothering with the glass of water I had come down to get.
Watching Leonardo go at it with another female had me stuck in a trance. On one hand, I was beyond angry at him.
How dare he knock me up, hold me prisoner and then fuck another girl? Such a monster!
On the other hand though, thinking about those long, hard, and powerful thrusts made me shudder as I recalled watching his broad shoulders tense and relax, slapping of skin that echoed across his office.
Maybe it’s the hormones but that got my juices running and I was beyond horny.
I hated him for what he did and was doing to me. The way he snapped at me and then went right ahead to fuck another girl as soon as he got back home like I don’t exist?
Bastard! I cursed under my breath.
My thoughts drifted over to Enzo and I wondered if Leonardo was even speaking the truth when he told me that he didn’t kill Enzo. Because honestly, I wouldn’t put it past the cold–blooded killer that he is.
But then, Enzo hadn’t called or texted me. After leaving the restaurant was the last time I saw and heard from him.
He hadn’t even called to say he was sorry.
Why do I always have such bad taste in men?
I cursed myself and forced my eyes shut so that I could go back to sleep, knowing fully well that I’d pretend that nothing happened by morning. I didn’t want him to know I had watched while he fucked someone else.
When morning rolls around, I find myself downstairs with Guila. She offered to make me some breakfast but I insisted on joining her.
I was beginning to get tired of everyone treating me like I was some sick handicap. I was pregnant, not sick!
Soon, Russo comes downstairs and fills up a cup of ice water.
“What happened yesterday?” I ask as he rubs a hand into his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it, Al, the less you know, the better.”
I frown but maybe he’s right. When my father got us involved with his shit, I didn’t want to know about it. I just wanted to
live in peace.
So maybe I do need to keep my nose off of it and pretend that I’m none the wiser. Even if it was for the sake of my child.
My child.!
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It’s becoming interesting how I think of my child before myself. I couldn’t even believe that I was once hell–bent on terminating this pregnancy.
“Okay. But are things okay with you though?”
Russo tenses for a moment as he approaches the fridge. “Yeah, they are.”
He’s lying. It’s so clear when he lies because he pauses first. But I decide not to press. I’m not in the mood for it right now anyway. All I know is that I’m hungry and I need to eat for two.
Then he turned around to the counter, glancing at Guila with a smile, she was already making something for him to eat. while I sat down with my plate of toast, bacon, and eggs.
Russo perches on the chair beside me. “Anthonio is coming over later.” He says. My eyes widened in shock. “He is?”
I haven’t seen Anthonio for a long time but I remember how he used to protect me from our father walk me home from school and make sure no one gave me a hard time.
“Yeah,” He nods, then hesitates. “He wants to join the cartel and Leonardo’s called a meeting. He’s popping by soon and then we’ll be leaving.”
But if they’re both here, who’s going to take over the Guzman gang?
My eyes widened as I lifted my eyes in fear. “Please don’t tell me Dad is coming with him,” I asked.
“No, relax. He’s coming alone and I know you must be wondering who would take over from Dad but you should know that I can head the gang from anywhere. We both can.” He said, reassuringly.
“Okay.” I breathed a huge sigh of relief. “I’m so excited to see Anthonio. It’s been a while.” I finished my breakfast as Russo did something on his phone.
Leonardo was still yet to join us when Anthonio waltzed through the front door. He’s barely changed. He’s only got bigger and maybe a smidge taller. But that wavy dark hair and brown eyes remain the same.
He exudes a bit of confidence and fearlessness about him unlike when I last saw him.
“Holy shit.” Anthonio cracked a smile as I stood by the kitchen counter. “Alessia?”
I opened my arms as I walked towards him. He does the same and lifts me off the floor into a hug, his strength holding me tight.
“Hey, Anthonio.”
“God.” He exhales before placing me back on the floor. “It’s been a while! Did you grow hotter this past year?”
I roll my eyes at him.
His eyes glanced over my hair, and my face, and lingered on my stomach but he quickly averted his eyes. Russo cups a hand on his shoulder. “It’s good to have you here, brother.”
We walk back to the kitchen island where I perched on one of the stools and Russo laps up the breakfast that Guila had
already prepared for him, Anthonio already helping himself to the leftovers on the stove.
“So what’s going on back home, Anthonio?” I asked as he shoveled bacon into his mouth. He shrugs. “Same old shit.” He muttered with his mouth full.
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i lined my eyelnrows at him, reperting mors explanation. They always want to keep me out of the loop
He sighed and swallowed, looking over at Russo as if asking for permission, then continued after Kusso slightly nodded his
“One of our missions didn’t go as planned. We targeted the wrong person” He admits. “We were given misleading information and we fucked up. Now, we’ve got even more targets on our heads. That’s why I’m here”
i winced. “Well, that’s fucking shit. Dad’s getting too old for this stuff now! I grumble, winding my hair up into a bun and securing it with a clip. “I think it’s high time he learns how to live a normal life”
Russo chuckles and shakes his head, “Yeah right” He scoffs. “Dad would rather die than live a boring life”
I glanced out of the window. “But he’s not as agile as he once was, Sometimes, you need to give up these things”
“Go tell that to him then” He gives me the side eye. My finger raised to flip him off across the counter,
He chuckles,
“You know, it’s funny how you still care for him even after he treated you like shit,” Anthonio said,
Maybe it’s my motherly instincts kicking in.
“Where’s Leonardo?” Anthonio asked, changing the subject,
Russo shrugs, “Yesterday was a bit of a stressful day, Wouldn’t put it past him to have a bit of some time in”
1 find myself sucking in a silent breath and glancing down at the counter, I stood up from the stool clearing away my plate and cup.
“Speak of the devil,” Russo said and my shoulders tensed.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who was behind me.
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