Chapter four:Club
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Massimo adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit as he glanced at Alessia. She sat beside him in the backseat of his sleek black Maserati, her expression unreadable. The city lights reflected in her emerald-green eyes, and for a moment, he found himself admiring the way the dim glow softened her sharp features.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice smooth yet commanding.
Alessia turned to him, offering a smirk. “Should I be?”
His lips twitched into a grin. “You’ll be fine, as long as you remember who you belong to.”
Her stomach flipped at his words, but she masked her reaction. She wasn’t his possession, but in this world, appearances mattered. And tonight, she had to play the part of the Mafia king’s most trusted companion.
The car pulled up to Il Lupo Nero, an exclusive underground club known to be a gathering spot for the most powerful figures in the underworld. As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The deep bass of the music vibrated through the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey. Every gaze in the room turned toward Massimo as he walked in, his presence demanding attention without a single word.
Alessia’s heels clicked against the marble floors as she followed closely beside him, her hand lightly placed on his arm. It wasn’t for support—she didn’t need it—but for the illusion that she was by his side willingly.
They made their way to the VIP section, where Massimo’s closest allies were waiting. She recognized some of the faces from previous meetings, but her attention was quickly stolen by the man who stood from the velvet booth across from them.
“Massimo,” the man greeted, his voice thick with a Sicilian accent. “It’s been a while.”
“Riccardo,” Massimo acknowledged coolly.
Alessia immediately recognized the name. Riccardo Salvatore—the ruthless rival who had been at war with Massimo’s family for years. She had read about him in reports, studied his tactics, knew that he was as dangerous as he was charming. And now, he was standing right in front of her, his dark gaze flickering between her and Massimo.
Massimo tightened his grip on her waist, a silent warning to stay in character. “Meet Alessia Romano, my secretary.”
Riccardo’s lips curled into a smirk as he extended his hand. “A pleasure, bella donna.”
Alessia hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing her hand in his. His grip was firm, lingering just a little longer than necessary. She maintained her composed demeanor, offering a polite nod.
“She’s quite the beauty,” Riccardo remarked, his eyes never leaving hers. “But I have to wonder, Massimo—does she know what she’s gotten herself into?”
Massimo chuckled, but there was an edge to it. “She knows enough.”
Alessia felt the tension crackling between them. This wasn’t just a casual meeting—it was a test. A game of power and control, and she was caught in the middle.
“Join me for a drink?” Riccardo offered, gesturing to his booth.
Massimo didn’t move immediately. His fingers brushed against Alessia’s hip, a silent question. Did she want to leave or stay? It was subtle, but she understood the message.
With careful precision, she smiled and leaned into him slightly. “I think we can spare a few minutes.”
Riccardo’s smirk widened as they took a seat, and the night unfolded into a dangerous dance of words, threats hidden beneath polite conversation. Alessia knew she had just stepped deeper into a world where every move mattered—and one wrong step could mean the end of everything.
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