C7 Chapter Seven

Alessio

Carlos concentrates his eyes on mine and says, "To our Capo, and to the alliance with the Seven."

Why "The Seven?" As he turns to face me, Alessandro asks, "That's who your new bride is related to?"

"Is that a problem?" I ask with a head tilt.

He scratches his chin, "Amongst them all, they own most of the UK and parts of Silicon Valley too, I hear." He fixes his gaze on me, "Ambitious, are we?"

"Well as long as it is not my life ,there is not a problem." He raises a shoulder. "And I assume this has to do with getting access to enough connections to consolidate your position with the other families?"

Alessandro really is smart. He got this all figure without me saying a word.

"So," Fabian glances between us, "when do we get to meet your new bride?"

"At the wedding," I murmur

"What?" Alessandro blinks. "We don’t get to meet her before?"

"No."

"Don’t you trust us with her?" Carlos drawls.

"Never." I fold my arms across my chest.

"Aww that is sad ." Alessandro smirks. "The way you’re acting, you’d think you have her hidden away here and want us to get the hell away so you can spend time with her."

I glare at him and a look of understanding dawns on his features, "So you do have her here with you?"

Of course, Alessandro would have to figure it out. Not that I am hiding anything from them or anything. "And if I do?"

"Why, you lion , you kidnapped her and brought her here, eh?"

"F*ck off," I growl.

"You did, didn’t you?"

I glare at him. This dude is seriously getting on my nerves.

He places his elbows on the bar, and leans forward, "Was it love at first sight?" He smirks, "You saw her and it was the romeo and juliet kind of love ?"

I snort. "Next you’ll be telling me that you’ve experienced it yourself, the way you talk passionately about it."

"Me?" He laughs, the sound without mirth, "Would I be standing here if I had?"

I peer into his features, take in the tightness of the skin around his eyes, the slight slump to his shoulders, which is a surprise. I’ve never seen Alessandro anything but the annoying .Apparently, He have some secrets which I tend to lure out someday .

There, however, remains the task of breaking the news to her.Something I need to think about.I need to figure out a way to get her to willingly agree.This entire plan which I had hatched on the spur of the moment is, clearly, more complicated than I expected.I place the blame for this on the devastation of meeting my new bride to be, but not for the reasons that he thinks.F*cking her is out of the question, at least until the wedding.

"I am sure you can see yourselves out."

I shut down the camera, then turn to leave.

Alessandro chuckles. "So anxious to see your lady huh ?" he calls after me.

“Vaffanculo," I hold up a middle finger above my shoulder, "I don’t think that is concern any of your business."

"Everything you do is our business," he retorts. "Considering you’re the Capo."

I pause, turn to glare at him over my shoulder, "It’s because I am Capo, I am asking you for the first and last time to never talk about her,capisci?"

He finally lowers his gaze as long as I hold it. Good. Although Alessandro is my bothersome little brother, he is aware that I am in charge. I'm going to be for a very long time. He's in for a surprise if he believes he can unseat me from my hard-earned position. He will definitely challenge me at some point. I am familiar with that as well as my own name. The future of me and my family will therefore depend heavily on the decision I make in the near future.

"I am leaving, and when I return, I don’t want to see none of you here." I glance around the faces of my siblings, "Capito?"

Violet

I turned to face the elevated domed ceiling.How dated is this structure? It had baroque architecture on the outside. I've seen this kind in mags. It was lovely. Doe he possess it? He has to. The same way that he owns the private plane that we flew in and that landed on a private runway on the opposite side of the island.

He had snuck off the plane and into a car. We were directed to the second car by his men. Two more had been moving in our direction as our small procession arrived.

I don't know where we were, but based on the surroundings and the sea in the middle, I assume we were on an island.In addition, based on the language he and his soldiers have been using, I assume that we should be in Italy.However, Alessio himself had a strange accent that sounded somewhere between American and Italian.

Due to the fact that so many of his followers obeyed his commands, Alessio is obviously a Mafia figure and a leader. If he hadn't shown himself when I brought up my father, the subsequent events would have done so. I get to my feet and flex.My neck's hair on the back of my neck stands up. I look around the room, but nobody is present. I get a chill down my spine. I encircle my waist with my arms and scan my surroundings. In the corner, there is a wardrobe, and against one wall, there is an antique dressing table. Afterwards, a door. I approach it, push it open, and enter a roomy bathroom with a claw-foot bathtub in the middle. In addition, a sizable window enables light .A sink is on the opposite side. I approach, look in the mirror, and wince.My face is streaked with dirt, and there are flecks of dirt in my hair. I tug at it and discover dried leaves. In the vicinity, a chair has towels on it. I undress, ignore the bath, and proceed to the shower stall in the opposite corner. Moon flowers can be detected in the shampoo and shower gel. Whoa! How could he know that my favorite perfume is this one? I submerge myself in the beautiful, hot water.I allowed it to wash over me, soak into my sore muscles, and help my muscles relax. until the hot water is finished. I go outside, dry off, and look at my attire. His blood is visible in flakes on my sports bra.I step out of the bathroom and my breath leaves me.

“What are you doing here ?”

He turns from the window ,and for a second ,the lights lowers to his ocean blue eyes which burns into mine.I flinch.He examines me from head to toe then he lowers his eyelashes and then jerks his chin towards the bed .A new set of clothes were perfectly folded on the bed .“Your welcome “ he smirks.

"How did you…?" I frown, then turn on him. "Did you watch me ?"

He tilts his head.

"You…you creep."

"You really do need to get more inventive with your insults, Pretty face "

"Stop calling me that."

"Stop trying to resist every step of the way, it’s…annoying."

"What’s annoying is you haunting me, turning up at every corner, insinuating yourself into my life, making it a living hell, taking me away from everything and everyone that—"

"Made you unhappy."

“What are you talking about ?”

“You were very unhappy in your life pretty face,you hated it “

How did he know ?

“You know nothing about me to say such silly things”

“Actually on the contrary." He stroke his fingers on his chin "Birth name: Violet Spencer . Born to Elizabeth and Michael Spencer . Mother died when you were a young, leaving you in the care of your father. Who promptly threw himself into his work, then fell into debt. He then abandoned you and your sister to the foster care system, and left the UK to escape the wrath of the Mafia. Your sister made it out of the foster care system when she came of age, then took you on as your legal guardian. Just a few weeks ago, she married Adam West , one of the richest men in the UK. You attended their sham wedding. Then drank the night away with your two friends at the pub two streets down from their residence in Primrose Hill. Wanted to go home with a man…but didn’t. Along the way, you also dropped out of a graduate course in fine arts at Goldsmiths, where you had received a full scholarship, instead preferring to spend the days at your pop-up shop in Camden Market where you hawk your wares."

"I don’t hawk. I share my designs," I snap.

"You mean the clothes you sew?"

"They are dress creations that I fashion," I sniff, "and sell under my independent clothing brand."

"What-fucking-ever." He smirks. "That’s…when you are not haunting your local pub or dancing to electronic with fellow goths who pretend to understand you. But really, no one does."

“Oh and you think you do?”

“Well you have to admit ,I know more about you than anyone else “H e tilt his eyebrows at me and it quickly give me a shiver down there.

Not at all, no. He is unaware that I have a heart condition or that I was seeing a doctor about it before to being kidnapped. Or that—in a way—I am happy that he removed me from my life since, despite the fact that my sister Nina means well, her constant attention is suffocating. He liberated me in a sense. Is he aware of that? All that's left for me to do is reclaim my decision-making power. I cock my chin up, "You've barely scratched the surface of who I am."

"Hmm." He draws his gaze down my features, over my chest, "And what a thing of beauty that is, too."

My nipples grow erect. "Leave .Now ."

His smile widens ,

“I have to change”

“Go ahead “

This idiot. I advance toward the bed's arranged garments. A light yellow dress is there, and right next to it is a matching bra and pair of underpants. My cheeks get warm. Has he picked out my underwear? No, I won't ask him; I'm sure he had it ordered or something for me. That will only show how anxious I am. I observe the cozy ballet flats next to the floor-mounted bed. Although not my style, at least they appear to be cozy.He looks directly into my eyes, and the skin around his eyes tenses. He flexes his shoulders and seems to expel an odd uneasiness. He cannot be tense.Everything here is merely a trick to strip me off. If he believes I would back down from it, he is mistaken. I raise my chin and throw the towel away.His whole body tenses up. I shudder as a breeze comes in through the window.Put on the clothes you just grabbed. Do it. Shield yourself.I try to look away from his scrutiny while clutching my fingers at my side, but I can't. He approaches till he is directly in front of me. Big and tall in size. To meet his stare, I had to tilt my head back and then even further back.His blue eyes focused on my features and grew darker as he stared intently at my lips, which made my nipples pebble, through my quivering belly, and to the top of my head.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me now”

“No !” I exclaimed

“Yes” he said .He quickly threw me on the bed and my heart beat faster to his manly rage.

“Wait a minute ,Is that what I think it is “

“What?”

“When did you get a piercing down there “

“None of your bloody business ,creep!”

He bit his lower lip.”You are wrong pretty face,everything about you is my business from now because I own you ,you’re my property now ,do you understand?”

“Hell no ,I am a free woman not a object you can possess as your own”

"Wrong." He yawns. "When you left your life behind, you gave up all rights. Now you’ll do everything I tell you to, when I tell you to, how I…" he leans forward on his heels, "tell you to."

“I didn’t leave my life behind. You took me,” I object.

“Tomayto, tomahto; potayto, potahto.”

“Let’s call the whole thing off,” I retort.

He raises his eyebrow. “As I was saying, you’re mine now, and you’ll do as I say...”

"No."

"Yes." He nods, "Starting with that." He jerks his chin toward my core.

"What the hell do you mean?" I scowl.

"You need to shave."

I blink. "Excuse me?"

"I’ll send someone to help you clean up the hair." He pivots, then begins to walk toward the door. "I prefer it completely bare."

My chest erupts in anger. My senses all seem to be heightened. Never in my life have I felt so degraded.Who is this guy assuming to be?As the gap between us decreases, I approach him and attack.