33.
Alessandro's POV
I stared at the photos in my hands in utter shock. This can never be, my La Rosa?
"That's the truth, Capo. Regina has been meeting with Russo lately. I managed to capture those photos yesterday during one of her conversations with Russo in a secret yacht." Gianni reported.
"Do you have recordings of their conversation together?" I asked, lighting a cigarette just to lighten the weight of anger surging within me.
"No, boss but I've planted a bug in Russo's car. Also, I received some information about his trip to Egypt and he's leaving with Regina. It seems they have some unfinished business together, you have to be careful, Capo."
"Keep gathering more evidence, Gianni." I said, rising to my feet. "I'll keep these photos."
"Okay boss, I'll do that."
"Thank you, you can leave." I waved him away and he bowed before leaving.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. This was the height of it. I shouldn't hold any doubts about Regina's betrayal anymore.
I Stripped naked and walked into the bathroom to take my morning bath.
I sank myself in the bathtub, letting the gentle and soothing scent of the rose soap waft through my nostrils.
"Calm down, Alessandro. Calm down." I chanted in my head, I should wait a bit before blowing up.
I heard approaching footsteps and soon a knock sounded on the door.
"What do you want, Amelia?"
"No, it's not Amelia. It's Mary and I brought your breakfast ."
Fuck, I'm thinking about that little slut again! My head.
"You don't have to knock on the bathroom door when you couldn't find me in the room, Mary. Are you daft?" I snapped and I could imagine her bowing her head.
I know it was one of those cheap sluts trying to seduce me into fucking them this morning. But I'm not interested in any fuck of that sort for now.
"Sorry, Master. Your breakfast will be on the bed side table then." She apologised and rushed out of the room.
After some minutes, I got dressed up and instead of eating , I got myself drunk. After taking two bottles of whiskey, I fell asleep again and didn't wake up until evening.
Dad's call woke me up though and I wondered what he wanted this time. If it's about Amelia leaving the house there was no way that'd be happening. And if he was calling to urge me into getting married to Regina then I would gladly decline.
"Father, what's this about?" I asked, my voice dry and croaky.
"You sound drunk, what the hell is wrong with you?" He yelled and I simply replied, "nothing, just that I've been worked up lately."
"Vivianne will be back from the US by weekend and she'll be staying with you. Don't fail to pick her up from the airport." Dad informed.
I sat up and immediately the sleep lingering in my eyes cleared off. "Vivianne? Oh my God, dad! You know I can't babysit that spoilt brat. Send her to your sister or something."
"Fool, isn't she coming from my sister's place?" He snapped, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Adelaide is busy and as a good son you should be able to watch over the girl until Vivianne is done with her business affairs in Japan."
"All I want to say is that I can't allow that kid in this place! She's spoilt and… hello, hello." Shit! He hung up on me.
I ran my hands through my hair, throwing my phone at the other side of the bed.
I spent hours thinking about how worst my life would become with Vivianne staying with me. Why would dad do this to me?
I've never liked that girl. She is too harsh for a girl of her age and it sucks. I might just hire a nanny for her and viola! I'm free.
She'll just live at the southside of the mansion where we'll never get to see until her mom comes for her.
I finally got up from bed and took a walk. I felt a familiar presence as I walked to the little garden at the back of the mansion.
Isn't that Amelia?
I chuckled, seeing her hide behind the green plants. "when you're done hiding, you can as well come out and explain why you've been avoiding me for days now."
This has been her behaviour now. Anytime we get into a heated conversation, she turns on her airplane mode and goes off, keeping herself off sight.
After some minutes, she walked out slowly and was almost walking away when I grabbed her waist.
She froze, looking up into my eyes which were fixed on her lips. It has only been four days since I had a taste of those tempting lips of hers but it seemed longer than it was. Like it has been more than a thousand years.
"What do you think you are, a ghost?" I asked, my thumb grazing the contour of her perfect shaped lips.
"You appear and disappear anytime you like, this isn't some fictional film, Amelia. Wake up!" I snapped my fingers, releasing her waist as it seemed she was uncomfortable.
What's wrong with her? This minute she wants me close and the next minute she's acting like a zombie!
"Umm, I just came to...to check those flowers. I didn't know I was gonna meet you here." She looked away shyly, making me scoff. Her cheeks are red and now I'm wondering if I've grown more handsome just in the space of four days.
"Good but noone hired you as a gardener though. Just accept the fact that you're avoiding me, is it about what happened at the BDSM club?" I asked and she took some steps away from me like I was some dirt.
"The fact that you stopped me from cumming even when I wanted to or making me suck your dick and didn't even grant my request?"
I scoffed, moving closer to touch her face. "Are you so serious about this, Amelia? You want me to treat you special?"
"Forget about that. Forget that I even said that and I'll forget the fact that I'm building some deep feelings for you and also have wet dreams because of you." She said, shoving my hands away.
Wet dreams? Is this...real?
"Just permit me to always finger myself whenever I feel horny and I'll be grateful."