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The Mafia's Ruination - Episode 46




The  Mafia's Ruination - Episode 46

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            


Alexander's POV 

Upon awakening, I found Alice's gaze fixed on me, her hand gently stroking my hair. Her verdant eyes seemed to whisper a good morning, and I instantly knew it was going to be a wonderful day. 

It had been an agonizing six days since I last experienced this sense of comfort. Six days of deliberately avoiding Alice, six days deprivéd of her radiant smile and infectíous laughter. Six excruciatiñgly long days without the familiar scent of her, six days devóid of her comforting hugs, six days without feeling her warmth enveloping me - I missed her so much. 

Her emerald eyes sparkled with a complex mix of admiration, melancholy, and joy. Her hand remained in my hair as she let out a deep, absent-minded sigh. 

"Hey," I murmured, sitting up to get a better look at her face. She was physically present, but her mind seemed elsewhere. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing," she replied nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. "Everything is totally fine." 

"Do you think I'm a fool?" I retorted, my tone sharper than intended. She looked at me, taken aback by my sudden outburst. I took her hands into mine, gently caressing them with my thumb, eliciting a contented sigh from Alice. "What's the matter, Princess?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. 

"Everything," she sobbed, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. "I've been trying so hard to be happy for you, but I can't. I don't want you to get married... You seemed so content on your date last night, a broad smile lighting up your face." I waited patiently as she vented her feelings. "It shattéred me. I want nothing more than your happiness, but the smile you gave that girl was meant for me. You've only ever smiled at me like that." Alice withdrew one of her hands from mine, using it to hastily wipe away her tears. "You're getting engaged in a few days, and I just can't bear it."

"Why can't you?" I probed, my gaze steady on her. She stared back at me, momentarily lost for words. 

I knew deep down what I felt for Alice, and I needed to know if she felt the same feelings for me. 

Her mouth opened and closed several times, struggling to form the right words. "Um..." she stuttered, her gaze darting away from mine. Gently, I used my thumb and index finger to tilt her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Because I want you to be happy?" 

Deciding not to let her unanswered question linger, I give a slow nod, maintaining eye contact. "What if I'm happy with Peyton?" A tear escapes her eye as she swallows hard. "What if I want to be with Peyton?" 

Alice gently pushes my hand away from her chin. "Then that's fine." She blinks three times, taking a shaky breath. "I'll be happy for you." 

"So, you don't care?" 


"No what?" I push further, unafraid of the potential pain her answer might inflict this early in the morning. 

After a moment's hesitation, she shakes her head. "I don't care. All I want is for you to be happy." I leave her alone, exiting the room. 

Just before the door closes, I catch the sound of her muffled sobs. I can't believe she truly meant what she said. If there's one thing I've learned over the past few months, it's that Alice's eyes never lie. They reflect her every emotion, whether it's fear or courage, sadness or joy, boredom or excitement - her eyes reveal it all. 


The rest of the day flew by in a blur as I prepared to confess my feelings to Alice. It wasn't an easy task at all.

I had to hire some guys to set up the place where I planned to confess to her. They just finished it a few minutes ago and called me to let me know.

To be honest, I felt incredibly nervous. My hands were sweaty, my heart was pounding against my ribcage, and I was still in my office downstairs while Alice was upstairs in her studio.

I couldn't even begin to imagine how it would go. The various scenarios playing out in my head only intensified my nerves

With just a few hours left before midnight, I was determined to tell her before tomorrow. We hadn't seen each other since our earlier conversation, and I was certain she was upset with me. I couldn't wait for the opportunity to finally express myself.

Stopping at her closed door, I lightly tapped on it. After a few minutes, she finally opened it, her gaze scanning me from head to toe, a mix of anger, annoyance, and confusion evident in her eyes.

"What are you..." she started to ask.

"I am going on a drive," I interjected, cutting her off. Alice raised an eyebrow at me. "Wanna come?"

"No," she muttered, her hands tucked into her hoodie pockets, shaking her head in disagreement. "Why don't you go with Peyton? You know, since you're 'happy' with her," she added, air quotes emphasizing her sarcasm. "I'm tired and I just want to rest."

"But I want to go with you," I insisted, offering her a pleading smile. Her gaze lingered on my smile for a moment before she let out a small sigh. "C'mon, let's go. You love long drives."

"Yeah, I also love something else, but can I get it?" she mumbled, her lips twitching. "No."

"You're sure?" I asked. "I'm going with my Audi."

Her eyes snapped to me, taken aback. "What makes you think I care about your Audi? I don't give a flying fúck about your car, Alexander. I can ride a bicycle with you and love every single moment of it," she said, her eyes transitioning from surprise to sadness, tears welling up. "The fact that you think I care about your car means that you don't know me." She turned to walk away, but I gently held her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," I said softly. "Please go with me."

"Alright, sure. Let's go."

"Okay. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Why? I'm already dressed," 

"You're sure?" I said, eyeing her hoodie and baggy pants. "Alright, let's go."

The journey from the upstairs hallway to the living room was brief. She still seemed a little upset with me.

I just hope this goes much better than what I imagined. God, I know I don't usually talk to you, but please let this turn out well.


Alice softly hummed along to the song playing in her headphones as she gazed out the window. Meanwhile, I did my best to remain calm and not back out of this. 

Expressing your feelings to someone you consider special is a significant step. There was a time when I wished to be alone, longing for someone, and now I have Alice here with me, everything I've ever wanted in my life.

Gradually, I pulled the car over. She glanced around the unfamiliar place before turning her questioning gaze to me.

"Why are we here? I thought we were going for a drive," she winced, removing her headphones. "I want to go home."

"Please," I pleaded.

Reluctantly, she got out of the car and leaned against it. I joined her, extending my hand.

She hesitated for a moment before placing her small hand in mine. Her eyes silently searched my face, questioning my intentions.

"Let's go, baby," I said.

"You're not trying to kíll me, right?" she teased. "Huh?"

"Of course not, Princess."

I led her to a secluded area in the expansive picnic garden, next to a small pond. I had brought her here before, and she had fallen in love with this place, just as I had fallen for her.

The rocks surrounding the spherical pond were adorned with shimmering lights, casting a magical glow upon the trees. A comfortable mat lay on the ground, accompanied by a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Alice's gaze met mine, slightly puzzled. "Why..." she began to ask.

"I have something important to share with you," I said, gently holding my breath as her lower lip found its way between her teeth. I pushed aside the intoxication of her presence, focusing on the matter at hand. "Finding the right words is difficult, but I can't keep it inside any longer."

"Well, you have to, because it looks like rain is approaching," Alice interjected, her eyes glancing upwards.

Observing the darkening sky, I realized she was right. "Alice, I love you," I confessed, my voice filled with sincerity.

Her shocked expression mirrored her response. "You what?" she whispered.

"I can't go a single day without thinking of you. Every little thing I do revolves around you. Your likes, your dislikes— they shape my world. My heart beats for you," I continued, my words flowing in an outpouring of emotions. Alice listened intently, her eyes sparkling under the night sky. "You are the reason my body functions, my desire for you burns within me. My whole body works because of my love for you. I want you so much... No, not sexuàlly... I mean, I do want you sexuàlly but... All I am saying is that I never felt like this for anyone in my life, not once. What I mean is, I've never experienced this level of love before. Every fiber of my being yearns for you. I want you in my life, to savor the taste of your lips, to inhale your fragrance whenever I please, to hold you close in my embrace. Alice Maxwell, I love you." Pausing for a moment to catch my breath, I continued, "I want to share every moment with you. I dream of building a future together, starting a family. I love you."

"You love me?" She repeated, as if my whole speech meant nothing. "But you said you're happy with Peyton."

"I didn't mean that. I said it to get a reaction from you."

"Did you get it?"


"And what did it tell you?" She tilted her head, questioning. "Does it tell you anything useful?"

As thunder struck and lightning flashed, she raised a brow at my silence.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, and I nodded. She motioned for me to come closer, brushing her lips against my neck as she whispered in my ear, "I love you too."

A blush crept up on my face as her words left her mouth. I smiled, gazing at her with happiness. Our expressions matched, and we both grinned, letting our eyes do the talking this time.

The clouds announced their presence with a downpour, reminiscent of our first kiss but in a different location.

"We should probably go back home," Alice suggested, interlocking our hands. "Yeah?"

"I guess. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

"Oh, don't worry," she waved her hand dismissively. "I've got my own personal heater."

A chuckle escaped me as I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you so much," I said. She placed her hand on my face, brushing the hair away. "I'm glad you feel the same way."

"Yeah. I think it's time for your gift, don't you think?" I asked.

"What gift?"

She does need a gift. I have two things to give her: a necklace and a kiss.

"I love you."

Her emerald green eyes glistened as she stared into mine, her tongue playing on her lips. "I love you too, Alexander. I love you more than you can imagine."

Closing the distance between our lips, we kissed. Every kiss with Alice was different, filled with unique feelings—our own special bond.

Pulling away, I placed a peck on her forehead before admiring her beautiful eyes again. The moon would be jealous of how bright her eyes and smile were.

"What does that make us, Alex?" she asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. What does it make us?" I joked, earning an eye roll from her. "It makes you mine, Alice. Mine to love, mine to hold, mine to cherish." I gently brushed my thumb against her lips. "This is mine." Then, I repeated the action on her àss. "This is mine." Finally, my hand rested on her bréasts. "This is mine. Everything is mine. You're mine, and I'm yours."

"Just mine?" she questioned. "Not Peyton's?"

"Just yours, nobody else's."

She loves me, and I love her. I worried for nothing. The only obstacle in our way is my father, but I'll find a way to deal with him. He'll do everything in his power to keep Alice away from me—I trusted him on that. He is a dévil, and I'm his son.


TBC 📖✍️

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