C4 Chapter Four

Alessio

She gives me a glare from below her eyelashes. Her lower lip is chewed as her blonde hair stands still on her shoulders, her cheeks flush, and blood rushes to my vein. As if I wasn't already difficult enough. I jerk my arm to the side while trying to relax my body.

She tips her chin up and her green eyes spark fire. Something hot stabs at my chest. This woman, she’s. a fighter. A survivor, like me.

I yanked her back and swooped her down, snatching at her hair and tugging as her head arced, wrapping my other hand around her neck.This wasn't what I had in mind; it was too canal.I though I had everything under control, but I was mistaken. As long as she is next to me, I will never be able to manage my feelings.She in some way changed the way I felt about myself.She reclines while knelt down.I reach forward and shudder as a tear forms in the middle of her eyes. My anger is enraged.I button my pants and tuck myself back in.

While she blinks,I jerk my chin towards the seat “Sit!”

“Why” She answered back at me

“Just do as your told”

She quickly returns to her seat, settles in, and fastens her seat belt.She was such a respectful young lady.Was she obedient to follow my orders when I gave them?I sideways compress my fingers.My veins are pumping with blood.Why did the thought of her being touched by another man make me feel enraged? She wasn't yet in my possession. I must continue to do so. Until I decide what I will do with her, I need to find a method to maintain my distance from her.

I stood up and made an effort to get away from her.

“Alessio?”

I froze ,turn to her .”You have no right to call me by my name “

“So what I may I call you then?Perhaps As*hole?”

"Master or Lord will be better "

"Okay, Lord As*hole it is, unless you prefer Master As*hole?”

"Glad you still have your sense of humor. You are going to need it over the next few days," I say with a chuckle. "If you think you are going to scare me into doing what you want, you better think smart mister." Her green eyes flare with a hidden fire, and color smears her cheeks. She is truly magnificent, and I need to have my head examined for finding her so alluring.

I turn and look away ,trying to walk away .

“Please wait “ she calls out.

Now what do you want? I glare at her over my shoulder.

She twists her fingers in front of her. "Why did you…stop?"

I tilt my head, "Didn’t you want me to?"

"N…no, that’s not what I meant. I thought that…"

"I wanted you?"

She stiffens, then jerks her chin.

"Well pretty face, you were mistaken. I wanted to test your willingness to carry out my requests. It appears that you are prepared and able to submit to me. It's not difficult enough. I yawn. "Pretty face, I don't play with little girls."

“Oh my god ,you are such a loser ,I am twenty ,you prick”

In addition, I am nine years older than she is. I was aware of the age difference before I took her, but having her tell me by shoving it in my face brought it home to me.Age differences were meaningless in the mafia world, despite this.

Other Capo's have wed women who are 30 years younger than them. They vouch for the idea that having a younger wife keeps them youthful overall. But I've never ever believed I was in that same boat.Although I was aware of the age difference, I was nonetheless drawn to her.She is a resource that I may utilize however I see fit to further my ambitions. There is no justification for emphasizing anything else.

“Why are you moody?” I said as I shake my head

"You didn’t think about when you kidnapped me." She snaps her teeth at me. Cute. I almost smile, then school my features into a semblance of seriousness.

"I kidnapped you because you owe me."

"My father owes you."

“Well it’s the same thing “

“It is not the same thing ,we are both different “

“To be honest ,you are boring “

She stare at me but I could tell she was hurt from what I’ve said.

"Well you know ,I figured I Find a woman a real woman, to take care of my needs. Know what I mean?"

She grunts.

My chest is pierced by a scorching feeling. I look away before looking up as the hostess approaches. Her eyes glisten as a result of my finger snap.