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Alessandro's POV
I clenched my fists in anger as I watched Amelia through my laptop.
I had it connected to the dungeon and even her room. I see everything she does, while she bathed, roll some soap foams on her tits, spread her legs and shave her hairy cunt.
Shit!
These thoughts again.
I did never wanted to lock her up but that little hottie pushed me too. That afternoon after I drank a whole lot.
It has been three days now without food nor water. And for sure I guess she must be dying. With the way she kept gasping for air, burying her head in between her legs and crying her eyes out.
She must…. really be dying. I know it was unfair, I couldn't even control my feelings for Amelia, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going crazy over her.
Was it her perky nipples; round tempting ass? Or her perfect lips?
My head was a mess, a complete one. I was struggling to get over my current heartbreak but Amelia wouldn't stop running round my head.
I bit my lips in regret and stood up, pulling off my jacket. This was the height of it, I've done a lot already.
She must have learnt her lessons by now, it was high time I fucking got her out of that cell.
I was almost reaching for the door when Vivianne walked in.
"Hey little devil, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice dry as I rubbed the space between my eyebrows.
Vivianne scoffed, placing her hands on her waist.
"You don't feel you've done something grave? You should regret it, Alessandro!" She screamed, making me scoff.
"I don't regret things, little Anne." I reminded her but within me, I knew it was a whole lot of lie. I do get remorseful over things; things like locking up my sex slave when she should be in my room, on my bed getting the best fuck of her life!
Fuck, I just needed someone to pass this aggression on. Still, there was a feeling in me that tells me I'm doing the wrong thing. Whenever I treated Amelia badly, I felt like my heart was pierced by a Sharp needle.
"Exactly!" Vivianne remarked and I furrowed my brows at her. What could be the cause of her anger. "You DeMarcos are always stubborn! Just like my mom. She never listens."
"And you." I added, rubbing the back of my neck.
"What's that supposed to mean? No 10 years old girl is as cute and cool as I am. You guys just push me to the wall just like now!" She yelled. Oh, what a joke.
"Where the hell is Amelia?" She demanded, her voice holding a bit of impatience. Vivianne was always impatient.
"I heard she's locked up in your hell of a dungeon! Can you just stop being a monster, uncle?" She clasped her palms together looking into my eyes lovingly. And slowly it turned to that of an angry devil.
Natural.
"It seems you've forgotten something."
"What's that?" I asked, folding my arms as I took my seat on the bed, crossing my legs.
"You don't have to show the ruthless you every time. I know about your heartbreak, Sandro. I know your devil of a ex girlfriend broke up with you and now your angry ass is looking for a way to calm down and forget all about it.
But do you have to hurt others for self satisfaction?"
If only I could explain to this child that, watching others suffer was a thing of joy to the Mafia; that was what I have been thought to do since little.
But now I think I am not following the path that my father has laid down. I tended to forgive easily, of not I wouldn't have let Regina trash me just like that.
Even though I knew there was a limit to which I could hurt her. Since her father has the upper mafia hand and is well-known with hell of connections etc everywhere.
One wrong move and he breaks the bond between our families.
I bet dad doesn't know about the mess that witch had caused. He would've been here, scolding me on how to be a gentleman and lecturing me on getting on the good side of Regina's parents.
Especially her father. He was a tough man.
"Shut up, little you. You're too young to understand certain concepts." I hissed, obviously annoyed at how blunt she had been earlier.
"You should be on the couch, watching Disney but you choose to interfere in my matters. When the hell is your mom coming to pick you up?!"
"Sorry but Disney is for kids. I'm 10 for God's sake. I'd rather listen to some folktales than watch that...that...ew gosh!"
"You know what?" I stood up and pointed at the door. "Just get out of here and go listen to some morning tales by 'morn light'."
"It's called Tales By Moonlight." She corrected me.
I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue in provocation. "Do I look like I care? Just get out."
"And what happens to Amelia?" Vivianne raised her brows in curiosity. "You live her to die there? In that dungeon?"
Who the hell was feeding this...girl with information? How did she know Amelia was locked up!
I don't know why she was so concerned about Amelia. Vivianne had neverw been this nice to anyone, not even me.
Now she was suddenly curious about Amelia's wellbeing?
Strange….
"Look Anne, you don't have to worry, okay? I got someone to fill in while Amelia is away…"
"You mean fading away in that eerie dungeon?"
I sighed deeply and rubbed my temples. "That's the way to the door, j…. just get out before I lose it!" I gestured towards the door and even though I had my eyes closed, I could see through my eyelids the angry scowl on Vivianne's face.
"Focus on fixing your broken heart and stop being a pain in the neck!" She advised and left angrily.
I opened my eyes immediately, rising to my feet. How did she know about that?
.....
I couldn't take it. The more I watched Amelia wallow in pain, the more I felt sorry.
Soon, I found myself moving to the dungeon to free Amelia but then, I met one of my men on the way.
He looked so disturbed and I needed noone to tell me that something was wrong.
"There's a problem, Capo." He reported. "The site head been raided."