BOUND TO THE MAFIA KING.

CHAPTER THREE.

Your room.” Commented Allessandro, opening the door to reveal a very luxurious king sized bedroom.

The walls and every other thing in the room took a pale pink color, including the wardrobe at the far left corner of the room. The bed, however, was neatly wrapped up in a warm sky blue colored blanket with six pillows surrounding the headboard.

As I stood gawking at my new room, I heard Alessandro mumble something under his breath before giving me a slight push which sent me stumbling inside.

I swiftly spun in my feet and quickly regained my posture. Can't believe I almost forgot I was still standing in the presence of the same man who killed my father.

I shouldn't even be admiring a room I don't plan on staying in for more than two days.

Your luggage should only contain the basic necessities, the clothes you'll be wearing are provided by me. You can find them in the wardrobe.” He stated, his cold eyes never leaving my face. “ We'll be having dinner by the pool in about thirty minutes. You can jin if you want or-”

“Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't feel like eating right now.” I intentionally cut him off , earning a glare that has me looking away from him in fear.

I'm really not in the place to be sassy right now.

“You know what?Scratch that. You don't have a choice. You're coming.” He corrected, slamming the door in my face when he saw me opening my mouth to oppose.

“But I'm not hungry.” I whine , pulling the door open to be faced with Alessandro's back. He had already started leaving.

“Last chance Amore, don't question me.” He says harshly, not bothering to turn around and face me. “If you don't eat, then you'll do something else.”

“What's that supposed to mean?. Am I going-”

“Yes, you are.” He starts, spinning on his heels to face me with a smirk forming on his plump lips and his eyes twinkling with wicked pleasure. “ You're gonna please them whatever way they ask of you.”

I feel the panic rise in me as I furiously shake my head “ What if-”

His smirk grows as he cuts me off again, confirming my fear.

“ Even if it's s****l pleasure.”

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As soon as he had left, I walked back into the room and locked the door, then proceeded to make my way over to the wardrobe. Opening it, I stare in awe at the amount of clothes filling the entire closet and the line of shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe. I opened two Small drawers in the wardrobe and blushed furiously, hastily closing it back upon seeing the neatly arranged sets of undergarments. They sure knew what they wanted from us.

I search through the pile of nearly folded and hanged clothes, looking for something decent to wear and letting out a frustrated sigh when I find nothing decent to wear. Don't get me wrong, the clothes were all of the latest trending fashion styles, but each one is either too short, or too tiny. I don't mind short clothes, but when you're being told that you're gonna please a set of probably very horny guys, and you have no plans on doing so, I think anybody will agree with me that property covering your body is the best idea.

With a light grumble and after mumbling a few things under my breath, I settle for a white crop top and black knee length shorts.

Placing the clothes on the bed, I moved into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

I put on my new clothes and brush out the Knott's that had formed in my hair, a tiny voice in my head telling me to hurry up, or Alessandro will come up here and personally drag me down to pleasure his brothers.

A sudden knock on the door though, has me jolting in my position. I wasn't expecting anyone to come get me, but it's definitely not Allessandro, he would just barge in.

“Come in.” I said, surprising myself by how stable my voice sounded.

The door opens to reveal the face of a familiar male.

“My name's Lorenzo,nice to meet you.” he smiled, causing the tiny dimples on each side of his cheeks to appear. He's Allessandro's brother. Lorenzo Moretti.

I wonder if Allessandro has dimples too. I think he'd look cute if he smiled. But unfortunately, he doesn't. But I don't think he ever will. At least not a smile directed at me.

“Nice to meet you too, I'm-”

“Arabella Jeong, the one who has my brother pissing his head off.” He cuts me off, letting out a chuckle, and making a move to step into the room, but the next second, he's being shoved by another muscular hand, and instead, an unfamiliar guy stalks towards me.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, the name Matteo.” The unfamiliar guy said, catching me off guard by holding onto the back of my hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a light kiss on it before letting go.

At a loss of words, I just stare at the both of them, trying to make sense of what just happened. “Excuse me, but who are you?.”

“She doesn't know who you are?. Lorenzo whispered, mostly to himself and gave Matteo an incredulous look as he straightened his picture and walked into the room, “That's amazing.”

“What do you mean?” I'm sure the fear I felt showed on all the lines of my face as I asked.

“You really don't know who I am?.” This time, it was Nateo who spoke, looking baffled when I shook my head as a ‘no’.

“You've really never heard of La Cartier wears ?.” Matteo demands further.

“No really, a-am I missing something?.”

“Go easy on his pride, honey.” Matteo snickers, and it is only then that I registered that he's now behind me and the hair brush has long been taken from me.

I gasp and soon around, cutting him in the action of brushing my hair for me and snatching the comb out of his hands. “ Don't do that.” I scold, placing the brush on the vanity.

I expected him to get angry and lash out on me like someone I knew would, but he doesn't.

The next thing I know, Is Matteo throwing a hand over my shoulder and leading me out of the room.

“Don't pay any mind to him , sweetheart, he's just an attention seeker, it's a coping mechanism for him you know.” Matteo shares, lowering his voice for the last part of his sentences.

“I heard that you f*****g t**t!.” Lorenzo whines behind us, closing my bedroom door and falling into step behind us

“Does it look like I f*****g care.” Mateo fires back at him and I lift an eyebrow at their cat and mouse like behavior.

After a while of letting them argue meaninglessly while taking note of every stair we went down, each hall we walked through and every door we passed, I cleared my throat to get their attention. “Can I ask you guys where you're taking me to.?.”

“We're heading to the pool area,where we're gonna be having dinner.” Lorenzo excitedly answered.

“Is Allessandro going to be there?.” I softly ask, not knowing if my continuous questions will anger them.

“Why do you ask?Does someone have a little crush on my big brother?.” Mateo smirked beside me.

“Well that sucks, I really thought you would let me take you out one day.” Lorenzo fake pouts, catching up to us and walking on the other side of me.

“ It's not what you think, I just want to ask if I could speak to my mom.” I shrugged, getting a bit comfortable around them. It's hard not to.

“Well good thing we're here.” Lorenzo says, walking away from us. “Common Matt, let's get something to eat.” He adds, leading Matteo away.

Looking up ahead, I'm met with the view of a large indoor, oval shaped pool, with a concrete patio and at least seven lounge chaise chairs surrounding it.

All the girls were already here. The two who u still don't know sat on the laps of two guys who were seated on the lounge chairs as they conversed like nothing was wrong. Like competing for the heart of a man and being told you're gonna be pleasing his brothers was completely okay.

However, I couldn't spot Eliane's figure anywhere, leading me to come to a conclusion that she must have fled to one of the rooms with another one of Allessandro's brother.

Searching further, my eyes finally land on Alessandro. He stood close to the edge of the pool, his back to me, but that didn't stop me from recognizing him. He's hard to miss.

Taking a few steps closer, my eyes swept over to his attire.

He had taken off the suit he had been wearing earlier and was now dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white button down t-shirt, with the top three buttons undone, putting the multiple tattoos that decorated his skin on display.

As I walk closer, I take note of the bored expression he had on and the person who stood beside him, scantily dressed in a red colored bikini, with her straight blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and giving everyone a full view of her delicate feminine facial features. Clara.

I pick at the edge of my top, wondering if I should just step back and come back when he's less…. occupied, but decide against it. I need to talk to my mom and I know he's the only one who can grant me access to do that.

Standing a few feet away from them, I hall in my step when I catch on to their conversation.

“Please just give me a chance, I'm willing to do anything you ask of me.” Clara's whines, reaching out to touch his shoulder,but he flinches away.

“I'm not interested.” He spoke, his tone giving off the annoyance he must have felt right now.

“But you said-”

“It's not nice to eavesdrop on other people's conversation, Asian-doll.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip at his words. How long had he noticed my presence?.

Clara her head to the side, taking in my figure with a displeased scowl.

“I wa-want to talk to my mom.” I whisper, not so sure he caught onto what I said. He scares me, more than I care to admit.

“Well can't you see he’s occupied at the moment?.” Clara asks, rather harshly if I might add. What's up with her?.

I'm about to speak up but Allessandro cuts me off, his words surprisingly both Clara and I. “ Now that's no way to talk to my Asian-doll, is it?.” The underlying warning in his tone, tells her he's not all that okay with her.”Leave us.” And she does, but not without sending me one last searing glare.

At least I'm not the only one who he dislikes.

“What doll do you want?.” He asked, turning a bit to face me.

“I want to talk to my mom. I want to know if she's okay.” I gather up a bit of courage and strength closer to him, my feet dangerously close to the edge of the pool.

“You want to talk to your mother.” He repeats. “Why would I let you do that? What do I stand to gain if I let you do that Asian-doll?.”

His questions throw me off guard a bit. “What?.” I ask frustratedly. “What could you possibly want from me?”

“Plenty” he says plainly, peering down at me. He was easily at least five inches taller, and that's saying a lot cause I'm five foot eight.

“And what could that be?.” I am willing to do anything right now.

“Spend the night with me.”