Chapter 10
Vlad
Alessia sleeps a few hours more. I stay and work in the bedroom for a while, but eventually I head into my office.
I leave the door unlocked. I have men stationed at every door, inside and outside of the building. She’s not going anywhere. And I don’t want to see her upset again.
I push back the undercurrent of guilt that I’ve built this entire operation on. It started out as a way to punish the Tacones and line my pockets. But if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit it’s turned into something else.
I would’ve said no to returning Alessia immediately for six million regardless. I am that big of a bastard. But keeping her here has become far more about my desire to have her in my house—in my bed—than it is about throwing my weight around with the American mafia.
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