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The Mafia's Ruination - Episode 29




The  Mafia's Ruination - Episode 29

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            


Alexander's POV

Alice excused herself to her room to take a shower, and I headed downstairs, anticipating the delivery. 

After a few minutes, the doorbell finally rang. 

One of the maids promptly went to the door and opened it. 

"Sir, there's a delivery outside waiting for you," she informed me. 

I stood up from my seat, accidentally knocking over my coffee on the table, and made my way to the door. 

The guards, diligent in their duties, prevented the delivery men from entering. Impressed by their professionalism, I made a mental note to consider increasing their salaries. 

With my hands in my pockets, I instructed, "Falli entrare," which translates to "Let them in." 

The gate slid up, and the delivery men rolled the items in on a trolley.

"Deliveries for Alexander Romano," one of them announced, and I nodded in acknowledgement. "Please sign here," he said, stepping forward and indicating the section to sign. I took the pen from him and signed.

The delivery men began unloading the items from the trolley, all packaged in cartons. 

"Alex, what did you order?" I heard Alice's voice and turned to face her. Her eyes were filled with curiosity. 

"I don't know," I joked, shrugging. "I think they're something you use for painting and drawing. Must be the wrong address." 

The curiosity faded from her eyes as she stared at me with a skeptical expression. 

"They're for you," I said.

"Oh my goodness!" she squealed, jumping into my arms. 

My body momentarily froze as her body made contact with mine. Her embrace was warm and comforting, reminiscent of only my mom's embrace. 

She pulled out of the hug, jumping up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Sure," I responded, offering a small smile that paled in comparison to hers. 

I turned to the guards. "Controlla cosa contengono i cartoni prima di portarli dentro," I instructed. 

Translation: Check what the cartons contain before bringing them in. 

"Si, Capo," one of the guards, whose name I didn't know, replied. 

"Let's go in," I told Alice, who immediately nodded and followed me inside. 

She grinned, doing her little jumps. "I'm so happy. Thank you." 

"Yeah, I can see that," I said, brushing away the fallen hair from my face. "Even a blind man can see that." 

"Don't ruin the moment, Alexander," she said, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"I like it when you call me that. It looks like you're scolding me, which is funny because you're a little girl."

"Wow, congratulations," she sarcastically gushed, her smile clearly fake. "You just had to ruin the moment." 

Rolling her eyes, she made an attempt to walk away. I swiftly pulled her closer, wrapping my hands around her slender waist. "No one walks away from me, Kitten," I asserted. 

She challenged me, frowning, "Maybe they should. You know what they say, there's a first time for everything." 

Curious, I asked, "Why are you frowning?" My gaze locked with her defiant eyes. 

"You called me little," she snapped. "Isn't that reason enough to frown?" 

Realizing my mistake, I quickly responded, "Fine, I won't call you little anymore. Can you stop frowning now?" 

She bit her bottom lip, deep in thought. I resisted the urge to kiss those lips, which were so tantalizingly close. I waited for her answer. 

"Alright, I forgive you this time. Now, let go of me," she finally said. 

Playfully, I questioned, "What if I don't want to?" Our eyes met, and she smiled. 

"I don't know, you tell me," she replied. 

I wondered aloud, "What will happen if I don't let go of you?"

"Should I express myself verbally or physically?" Her smile transforms into a mischievous smirk. 

"Why settle for just one when you can use both?" I raise an eyebrow in response. Pulling her closer, I playfully remark, "Aren't you quite the troublemaker?" Slowly releasing my grip on her waist, I suggest, "Let's see what you've got."

After arranging the items on the rooftop building, it had gotten late. We enjoyed a light dinner and retired to bed. 

Tonight, I decided to try and sleep without Alice. 

There was no point in getting accustomed to something I wouldn't have forever. It took some time before I could finally close my eyes, hoping for a night free of nightmares. 

Unfortunately, I was mistaken. As soon as I drifted off to sleep, they began. My family members were all boúnd to chairs, while I stood in the center. 

Masked men aimed their gúns at them, demanding that I choose one. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Alice suddenly appeared, and all the gúns turned towards her. Fear consumed her eyes as she trembled in the chair. I attempted to move towards her, but my legs refused to obey.

Soon, the sound of gúnshots pierced the air, and my heart sank as I witnessed Alice's liféless bódy slúmping in the chair, blóod pouring from her wounds. 

"No!" I screamed, desperate to escape the nightmare. But I was trapped, forced to relive the horrifying scene over and over again. "No!" I watched in agóny as Alice was merciléssly shót multiple times, her lífe extinguished before my eyes. "No!"

"Alex," a faint voice called out to me. 

"Alex, wake up." The voice grew louder and clearer. 

"Alexander, wake up!" I felt someone shaking my body, and I jolted upright, gasping for breath. "It was just a nightmare." I looked at Alice, who stood before me, concern etched on her face. She gently brushed the damp strands of hair away from my forehead. "It was just a nightmare. You're safe, you're fine."

But am I really? What if this nightmare becomes a reality? What if I lóse Alice for real? 

I'll admit, befriending Alice was initially just a means to rebél against my father, but now I can't bear the thought of lósing her not when I've realize how much she means to me. 

In just a few days, she has become the friend I've always longed for and a dream I never want to wake up from. 

As her palm gently wiped my face, I noticed my eyes were blurry. 

Was I crying? 

The thought of lósing someone I can't have in my complicated life brought tears to my eyes. 

I pulled her close, embracing her tightly. She responded to the hug, comforting me by patting my back and playing with my hair.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied softly, stroking my hair. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"No," I replied, pulling away from the hug. Her reassuring and understanding smile helped calm me down.

"I'm tired," I admitted.

"Let's sleep then," she suggested, lying down on the bed. I followed suit, lying down beside her.

"Should I leave the lights on?" I asked.

"Yeah," I murmured, trailing off, inching closer to her. She shifted forward until our bodies were touching. 

"Okay," she replied, gently touching my hair. "Do you need water?" 

I shook my head. "No."


Two months later, it had become a habit for us to sleep together every night. In those two months, I hadn't experienced a single nightmare. 

I felt myself becoming more human, more alive. Only when I was with Alice did I feel truly free, like a bird soaring through the sky.

During those two months, my wall transformed from a mere clock to a painting of me that Alice had created. 

I no longer felt like a robot; I had shed that identity.

These past two months had been a mix of joy and challenges. 

Living under the same roof with someone you yearn to touch and kiss every inch of their body was both torturóus and exhilarating. 

Alice was stronger than me; she hadn't made the first move, and I found myself teasing her, desperately hoping for a chance to kiss her lips. 

It was pathetic, I know. I felt the need to step up my game. 

Deciding to come home earlier than usual today to surprise her, I arrived home to find another car parked in my spot. A white BMW could only mean Madison. 

Why would she come without telling me? 

Filled with frustration, I stormed into the house, immediately hearing Madison's annoying voice. 

"That's how you know my name? I'm so stupid, he even lets you call him Alex. I'm truly sorry for calling you a whoré. Please forgive me." 

I stopped in my tracks, seéthing with angér. "You did what?!" 

"Oops, I'm in trouble," she muttered before turning to face me. "Hey, bro. What's up?" 

"You'll be in trouble in about five to ten minutes," I replied, glaring at her. 

She foolishly asked, "Do you mean the ceilings or heaven?" 

"Definitely heaven, if you get accepted by Jesus," I retorted. 

Alice's broken laughter diverted my attention from Madison to her. "Why are you laughing?" I asked. 

"Because this is hilarious," she simply said, shrugging. 

"What? It's not funny. He wants to send me to heaven," My annoying elder sister let out a breath. 

"Why did you call her that?" I snapped, questioning the choice of words. "Why are you here? That's the most important question." 

"I had just arrived after a long flight and didn't feel like going home yet. Can't you be a sweet little brother and welcome me?" 

What? Did she really just say that? 

"Awwn, you're such a little brother. That's so cute," Alice repeated, grinning. But when our eyes met, the grin disappeared. "I'll leave you two to have your conversation," she said, attempting to walk away. 

"You're not going anywhere," I said, stopping her from leaving. "Madison, apologize to her." 

"I swear I already did," my elder sister winced, sounding like a child. "I'm sorry, Alice. Please, Alexander, let me stay. I'm tired." 

Why couldn't I say no? 

"Please, Alex," she pleaded, causing another frown to form on my face. 

"Don't call me Alex." 

"Stop being a big baby and let your big sister stay," Alice teased, her voice filled with amusement as they both burst out laughing. 

It felt strange hearing someone refer to Madison as my 'big sister,' but I accepted it because it was Alice.

"Not funny," I shook my head, dismissing the situation. "Please ask the maid to arrange a separate room for you." 

Madison then asked, placing her hand on Alice's shoulder, "Can Alice stay with me tonight?" 

I immediately responded to Madison's question, annoyed by its stupidity. "Non voglio sentirti chiamare puttana, Alice non è una puttana. No, non starà con te stanotte, è mia." 

Translation: "I don't want to hear you calling her a whoré, Alice is not a whoré. No, she won't stay with you tonight, she's mine.

I glanced at Alice once more, her curious expression bringing a smile to my face. 

It's amusing how she both enjoys and dislikes when I speak my language. How funny is that?

TBC 📖✍️

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