Alexander pov
Drugs, weapons, and death.
Those were the three words that defined the mafia.
When I was younger, father would always sit me down and remind me that nothing was more important than staying on top.
“Emotions are a weakness, Alexander. Something the likes of us cannot afford. They’re a distraction-nothing more than a fleeting delusion meant for humans. But you are not human. You are a monster, a creature of the darkness, and that is what you must be to everyone… even your family, even your child. Because your own blood might be the first to stab you in the back.”
Emotions were a distraction, something I couldn’t afford-not now, not ever.
I had made too many enemies to allow myself to slip up. I had to stay focused, always on alert, because one mistake could lead to my death, the fall of my empire, and worst of all, my son’s demise.
I knew this. It had been etched into my mind from day one.
So tell me, why was she-the one I should despise for having my enemy’s blood-the one who constantly filled my thoughts? The one who distracted me?
Her body, that little sinful voice, the way she arched when I touched her, the way she pleaded-begged for me was all I constantly thought about. It consumed me, possessed me.
Emotions were a weakness-one I couldn’t afford to feel… yet this strange girl had a way of unraveling me.
Damn it. I shouldn’t have gone too far that night.
“Boss, we’re home,” Adrian’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I stopped the movements of my fingers. I lifted my head to find that we had already arrived at the mansion.
“Boss, what should I tell Mr. Xavier? Should I inform him that you are no longer going to his club tonight?” he asked, and I sighed, giving him a light nod.
“You can tell him whatever you want, but make sure he knows that I need the goods ready before the wedding. If the shipment is delayed even for a second, I’ll have his head,” I said before stepping out of the car and striding toward the house, ignoring the greetings from the guards around me.
“Good evening, Master Alexander. You’re home early tonight,” Martha greeted with a respectful bow as soon as I entered. I paused, giving her a brief glance before nodding in acknowledgment.
“Felix?” I asked, and she responded almost immediately.
“Young master is already asleep, and as for the madam-”
“In my room?” I cut her off, and she smiled before lowering her gaze to the ground.
“I have done what you asked of me, master.”
I nodded before turning to leave, pausing slightly. “And check on that idiot Julian. Make sure he doesn’t sneak away tonight.”
I didn’t trust that fool one bit. He could try to slip away tonight and flee back to Italy. No-knowing him, he would try. That’s why I had stationed ten guards outside his room with strict orders: if he attempted to escape, they were to do whatever it took to stop him. Beating him to a pulp would only be a bonus-it might teach him a lesson or two.
“Understood, Master,” Martha said.
With that, I strode toward my room, hands tucked in my pockets as different thoughts swirled in my mind at once.
I didn’t know exactly how she felt this morning after we spent the night together, but judging by her reaction, she probably hated it. That would explain the fear in her eyes during breakfast. (Or the fact you randomly threw knives at both your brother and cousin but hey, who is judging)
A cold sneer curled my lips as I stopped in front of my room, my gaze narrowing on the doorknob. But why did I care? This was what I had always wanted-fear. It was something I thrived on, something I needed. So I shouldn’t care. Instead, I should make her suffer for what her father had done.
She was nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. I would use her to bring her father to his knees, and once I had gotten what I wanted, I would discard her without a second thought. That was the plan from the very beginning, and I had no reason to change it now.
I reached for the doorknob, twisting it open before stepping into the dimly lit room. My eyes instinctively moved to the bed before me, and almost instantly, I froze in place.
What the actual fuck .
This girl… she always had a way of unraveling me, alright.
“It’s normal. Touching yourself to get rid of the ache is totally normal. I just have to make sure I don’t think about Alexander.”
I arched a brow at the sound of my name, my eyes narrowing as I watched her lift her nightgown higher, revealing more of her waist. My gaze darkened instantly, my body going rigid as her red panties came into view. A rush of heat surged through me, my mind flashing back to last night-to the way I had torn the one she wore.
My fingers twitched at the memory, an irresistible urge rising within me. I wanted to rip this one apart too.
I groaned as my dick throbbed as she pulled down her panties revealing her bare heat.
She was already wet.
Everything in me screamed that I should just walk away. This madness had gone too far-I shouldn’t feel sexually attracted to someone like Valentina. She was a Vance, goddamn it. But then…
I couldn’t move.
“Just get this done quickly so you can go back to sleep.”
“You seem pretty eager, don’t you think?” I interrupted her, the corner of my lips tilting into an amused smirk as her head snapped to the side, her eyes wide in shock.
For a brief moment, no one moved. No one said anything. It was as if time itself had frozen. And then-
“Fuck! Fuck! It isn’t what it looks like, Alexander. I swear to God, I wasn’t about to masturbate while thinking about you,” she blurted out, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket.
But before she could move or react, I was already there-appearing in front of her on the bed, and before my brain could comprehend what I was doing, my fucking body had moved on its own. I pulled her close to me and slammed my lips onto hers, one hand wrapping around her waist while the other cradled the back of her head, pulling her flushed against me.
Valentina was a distraction. Something I had sworn I would never indulge in.
But she was also like a drug.
Because once I got a taste, I knew I would be coming back for more.