Chapter 5
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The Fury of Don Morietti
Alessia hesitated, wondering what kind of mad man would ask such a thing from her.
“Do I continue?” Mischief twinkled in his eyes as he flashed her a seductive grin.
Alessia was unsure of her answer. Heat pooled inside of her and she wanted him to finish what he had started but when she remembered Jonathan’s warning, her mind raced.
“I'll take that as a yes then.” Marco fisted her gown, ripping it apart, startling her.
“Shall we?” He smiled when he saw her red lacy bra, showing her perfectly shaped blosoms.
Alessia was quick to cross her arms over her chest.
“Don't hide it from me!” Marco grabbed her hands and pinned them above their head.
He moved in on her, lifting her off the bed.
Then he flipped her over so she laid on her front. Alessia whimpered but he ignored her. With his teeth, he tugged at her bra. When it was finally off, he got behind her and held her up. His hands greedily cupped her bosoms, giving them a quick caress.
Alessia whimpered from the passion she drowned in and the feelings that rioted at the pit of her stomach.
“You like that, don't you?” Marco kissed her neck as he stroke.
Alessia moaned softly and his hands moved quickly.
A knock on the door interrupted them.
It was Jonathan and his voice trembled as he spoke. “Marco! I’m sorry for interrupting you but we need you now! It's about the shipment!”
“Aargh! Go away!” Marco growled in rage.
“I'm afraid I can't do that. We need you. Now.” Jonathan said.
“s**t!” Marco cursed. Just when he was about to devour his land this had to happen.
He turned to look at Alessia. Her cheeks reddened and she quickly hid her chest from him.
He found her cute. Her body, pink and perfectly curved in all the right places. Maybe this had to wait. Maybe it would happen at the right time.
He reached for her cheek and gave her a quick kiss. “You remind me of a mouse. Well, I’ll be back, mouse.”
And with that, he was gone. Alessia watched him stroll out of the room with shot up brows, wondering what kind of magic he had worked on her body to want him so much.
Marco slammed the doors so hard it shook the walls.
“What!” Marco’s fists were clenched.
“The shipment had just arrived but the crates are empty. I think Luciano played us.” Jonathan said.
“Empty huh? Bring him to the cellar.” Marco commanded.
“Si, Padre.” Jonathan replied.
Meanwhile, Alessia sat on the bed, with the bed sheets wrapped around her.
Her first night was a nightmare. It never went as she had hoped but there was one thing in his kiss. She couldn't put her finger on it.
“Madame Alessia.” The door flew open and Marie and Sara rushed in.
“We heard the Signore left. Are you alright?” Marie went to sit beside her.
“D - Did he touch you?” Sara asked.
Marie shot Sara an angry look. “Of course, he did. Why do you think she's half naked?”
Sara rolled her eyes at Marie. She turned to Alessia and smiled. “You're lucky he didn't go all the way in. Was he being rough on you?”
Alessia didn't know what answer to give. He hand flew to her neck and they looked.
“He bit you? What is wrong with him?” Sara gasped.
“Shh. Don't let him hear you.” Marie shushed Sara. Then she heaved a sigh. “It is just like Madame Lisbeth.”
“Oh Marco’s late wife.” Sara blurted out.
Alessia frowned. She asked them with a hand sign. “Wife? He was married before?”
Marie hesitated to speak. Alessia put her hand on her lap. The look on her face was so irresistible, she couldn't say no.
Marie gave up. “Fine. But you didn't hear it from me. Let's have your bath ready and talk about it.”
As they washed Alessia in the jacuzzi, Marie began the story.
“Before your arrival, Alessia, Don Morietti had been married. Her name was Lisbeth. She was the daughter of an English aristocrat. Very beautiful and oh so talented. She painted so well.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she narrated the story.
“Don Morietti wasn't always like this - cold, ruthless…he was the nicest person you'd ever come across…but when Lisbeth died, he just changed.”
Alessia looked up. Marie read the question in her eyes and went on.
“She…died under mysterious circumstances. There was even a rumour that he killed her himself but no one knew.”
“I heard she committed suicide.” Sara whispered.
Marie caught Alessia’s hands. “I don't know if any of it is true but Don Marco Morietti is a dangerous man, Alessia. No one dares to cross him…he's the devil.”
Alessia gasped in shock. The devil?
After her bath, she was taken to her bedroom.
As she laid in bed, her mind wouldn't stop recalling Marie's and Sara’s warnings. The devil? Hearing that made her blood run cold. She rolled over on her side, wishing she had never asked about it.
She opened her eyes as quickly as she shut them. The questions couldn't let her sleep. She was no longer at ease knowing the truth was out there waiting to he discovered. She wanted to know what happened to Lisbeth. Knowing it would decide her fate.
She threw her feet off the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers. Slowly, she crept out of the room.
She went back to Marco’s bedroom. Luckily for her, it was still unlocked.
Her eyes darted left and right and she helped it open, sneaking in.
She looked around the dimly lit room searching for clues. There were no pictures or anything that served as a memory or reminder to him. Everything that stared back at her was the expensive furniture, draperies and masterbed.
Every door she opened, didn't lead to anything she looked for. Not until she stumbled a door that led to more secrets than she could tend to keep.
The room was a shrine to Marco’s late wife. Their wedding picture hung on the wall along with other pictures of them together.
Alessia cupped her hand over her mouth. So it was true. Marco really had a wife.
She stared at the wedding photo. Lisbeth, a brown skinned lady with soft curly hair had her arms linked around Marco’s. Both of them smiled big at the camera. He was really happy back then.
The pictures were not the only things in the room. Personal effects of Lisbeth lined tall white shelves. Her shoes, a wardrobe of her clothes, a bookshelf, even handbags. Everything that belonged to her was properly arranged in it's place.
This discovery left Alessia reeling. She walked to the bookshelf and took out a book.
“What are you doing here!” Marco appeared, startling her.
Alessia hid the book behind her.
Marco's gaze lingered. “You shouldn't be here!”
He crossed the room and gripped her likes vice, pulling her out of the room.
He shoved her on the bed.
Her eyes widened when he closed his hands around he throat. “You will speak nothing of what you saw, you understand?”
Alessia struggled to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she patter his arms to let go off her.
Marco let go of her and got off the bed. He dragged his hand through her hair. “You shouldn't have come here! Now, you're a liability!”
Alessia’s hand went to massage her neck, fear gripping her.
Just then, a faint noise echoed through the room, a sound that made Marco's eyes flicker with uncertainty.
That was when Alessia knew something was wrong.
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