HIS CONTRACT HER DESTINY

Chapter5

Lorenzo's pov

As we stepped out of the car, into the penthouse, Alina's eyes met with mine , it contained worry and disdain. I could sense her discomfort, her dislike for me was evident in those eyes of hers.

“ Well, that was a pleasure”, I said, with my voice dripping with sarcasm. “ I'm sure my parents loved you as much as I do”. Alina's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she said nothing, simply turning away to walk into the apartment. I followed her, my eyes fixed on the way her ass rolled , she had a cute cup ass that would soon earn some spanking from me.

As we turned to the living room, Alina turned to me, her eyes cold, “I'm going to my room”, she said, “I need some space”. I nodded, my expression neutral, “ Fine, do as you please”.

As Alina turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes, anger?,that alone ignited a spark of flame within me. As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue. Alina is a puzzle, one that I was determined to solve.

I went back to my room,went straight to the bathroom, and I needed a cold shower. My mind kept thinking of her. After the shower,I strode over to the bar, pouring myself a cup of drink as I tried to shake the thought of Alina. But as I raised the glass to my lips, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror,My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched.

“ You're losing control Lorenzo”, I told myself, “don't let her get to you”. I took a swig of my drink, the liquor burning down my throat as I tried to shake the unease. Alina might be a puzzle, but I'll solve the puzzle and I will also come out.

I stood in the front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I prepared for the meeting with other mafia families. My black tailored suit fitted perfectly, bringing out my broad shoulders and chiseled chest. I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled.

As I straightened my cufflinks, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. This was my world, and I was the king over it.

I grabbed my phone and wallet, slipping them into my pocket as I headed out. Alina was nowhere to be seen, and I didn't bother looking for her. She was just a contract wife, after all it would soon end.

As I stepped into the car, my driver looked at me through the rear mirror, “ boss we're heading to the meeting now”, I nodded. When we arrived at the meeting, I stepped out. The meeting was in a private abandoned warehouse. Immediately I came in , they all bowed to me.

“ Three crates disappeared in Romania, that's your route De Luca “, said the Russian boss. Then someone in your crew is leaking Intel, my men don't bleed without cause, I answered him.

The Serbian took some cigarettes, and puffed it out,” Maybe your distractions are getting to you, heard you married a civilian”, say that again, I dared him.

“ Just wondering if your priorities are softening, women make men weak, especially if they don't come for your life”, he said in a mocking tone. I loaded my gun and dropped it on the table. “ One more word, and I'll end this meeting with your blood on my shoes”, I said, He immediately panicked.

“ Enough. We're here for business not wives, what's the update on the Marseille shipment”, An Older Italian boss complained. It arrives today, 200 firearms,clean serials,four crates of microchips, No custom.

“And the cargo from Istanbul?”,the Russian boss asked, “Already at the docs, branded as medical supplies, you'll get your cut when I see the payment in crypto by midnight, I said.

A younger boss stood up and said, “ What if we decide to cut you off, you're not untouchable, De Luca”. I leaned forward, with my voice sharp, “ I'm not, but my men are waiting in your basement now, should I call them off or let them light a match?”.

Everywhere was silent, “He's still the devil, with or without a wife”, the older Italian boss said, I smiled coldly, “ she doesn't change who I am , she just gives me more reason to kill if someone crosses me”. I got up and left.

I got home, but Alina was still nowhere to be found, I went up to her room, where she locked herself. I knocked and she opened with puffy eyes. Why was she crying?Did she miss her mum? or what. “ We would be going for a gala this evening, I would send a dress, prepare before time, I hate lateness”. I closed the door, I went to the bar to cool off , but the guilt in me was not helping. I could have helped maybe hugged her, I blamed myself. “Lorenzo get over it”, It's her privacy and I went to my room to prep

are for the gala.