Alessandro

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CHAPTER 13 OLIVIA POV After I got home, I had a little more time to rest before I went to pick up Jaden from the playground. Once the cab driver dropped me off at the nearest bus stop to the house, I trekked home. I couldn't stop thinking about what Samantha had said to me. The fact that they were all upset that I was working with Williams is so laughable. Five years ago, they tricked me and drugged my drink, which resulted in my disownment. They took everything from me, but now they really think I would come back to settle down with them just because of some stupid family legacy? Jokes on them! I undressed and quickly dashed into the shower. After my bath, I put on some sweatshirts and pants before heading to the kitchen to prepare some fruit. Today was Friday, and Jaden loves fruit salad. It’s one of his favorite things to eat on weekends like this. I took out the fruits and set them on a tray to defrost. Taking that opportunity, I quickly locked up the house and hailed a cab to the playground to pick up my son. Some minutes later, the cab pulled into the driveway. I exited and made my way in. Thankfully, I arrived just in time, as the kids were finishing up their play. I heard the bell from the gate and quickened my steps. Once Jaden saw me, his face lit up with excitement, and he rushed into my arms, almost knocking me to the floor. “Mommy, Mommy!” he exclaimed, wrapping his tiny arms around my neck and squeezing tightly. I carried him in my arms and kissed his cheeks, hugging him back. “How was your day?” I smiled. “Guess what?” His eyes widened with excitement, and I nodded. “No, I’m bad at guessing! Tell me already,” I said. “We played with huge blocks today, and I built a castle!” I grinned, fully impressed. “That’s really amazing! I’m sure it was the best.” He nodded vigorously, his hair bouncing up and down in my face. “Yes! And we even had snack time. One of my friends celebrated his birthday, and we had Goldfish crackers!” I smiled, knowing I was already planning to make him his favorite fruit salad. I was sure he’d be very satisfied with it. I quickly dropped down to hold his hands as we crossed over to where the cab driver was already waiting for us. I needed to get him home as quickly as possible so I could change his clothes; they looked a mess. A few minutes later, we got home, and almost in sync, Jane arrived at the same time. I heaved a deep sigh of relief, leaving Jaden with her to clean up. I had more important things to think about right now. Well, not more important than my baby, but for now, he could wait a couple of minutes. A little later, I was done with the salad. I placed it in the fridge to cool before serving. I strolled down to the living room, and Jaden was covered up with sheets all over his face. His tiny voice could be heard from a mile away. “Hey,” I tickled him. “What are you doing trying to hide, huh?” I asked playfully, tugging at the covers. His tiny voice grew louder as he laughed and squirmed under the blankets. “Daddy… Daddy, tell Mommy to go away!” My heart skipped a beat, and I paused, my hands grasping the covers and flipping them off him. “Daddy? Alessandro?” He was on a call with Alessandro? I snatched the phone from him immediately to confirm, and my brows furrowed. It was really Alessandro. My face flushed as soon as I saw him on the screen of the iPad. I hadn’t talked to him in a few days. Our relationship is quite awkward, one that I can’t really explain in full detail. Everyone in Italy and his family thinks we’re really married, but it’s just a mutual contract marriage to help each other achieve our goals. Once he gets the Don title of his gang, he’ll let me go. Not that I can’t wait to leave; I’ve stupidly grown accustomed to his protection and everything that comes with it. Most importantly, his body. No one touches me like he does. “Hey, kitten, you look beautiful. I would have called, but I was busy with my father's banquet,” he said. "Ti voglio fare mia, subito!" (I want to make you mine, now!) “Les, not here. Jaden is right next to me!” I gave him a heads-up. "Mandalo affanculo e fammi vedere le tue chiappe. Ho voglia di godermele." (Send him away and show me your boobs; I want to see.)
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