Alessandra

"I will not be disrespected in my own house." He whispers into my ear—aggression evident in his voice. Yet I can't help but feel myself getting turned on by it.

Not liking our position, I proceed to flip us over; but his grip on me does not loosen up.

To think all that training 'mommy dearest' forced me to do would pay off.

So instead, I do the next best thing and head butt him. He curses out in pain, and whilst his head is faced down, I bring my leg up had kick him where the sun doesn't shine.

He cowers in pain, and I take it as an opportunity and sprint out another damn door today.

Finally, I fucking free!

My neck is now numb, but I know if I don't get it checked out soon, it will hurt like a bitch, and possibly break too.

I continue running—and this time I'm not to concerned about Mia's whereabouts. Briefly, I look behind me and Dimitri is hot on my trail. Fuming.

That alone gives me the motivation to run even faster. And even though I'm putty when it comes to fighting, running; along with other things has always been my strongest point.

As I run down an unfamiliar passage way, I'm blinded by light coming from an open door leading outside. As I briskly dash towards the door - I'm hauled away and thrown over someone's shoulder.

I arch my back forward to see the piece of merda; who I also refer to as Dimitri. I try and read the expression on his face but he gives nothing away.

So being the daring as fuck person I am, I pinch his butt and giggle. "You know, men with nice butts are supposed to be gentle."

He growls, and at the same time—his grip around my torso tightens. "If I knew I was banging a fucking childish bitch, I would have simply asked my wife for sex."

I frown at his choice of words, because he referred to me and my sister as two childish bitches. Mia and I have never really seen eye to eye; she was always the best at combat, killing and seductive. Among many other things.

And don't get me wrong, I am not jealous of her, even though it may seem so. I never excelled in Mafia Knowledge or Mafia Education, if I may dial it's intensity and call it that. I've always been book smart, literate if you may, and more realistic and thoughtful in approach to different think.

I've never cared for the Mafia world or the dangerous and reckless life it has to offer. I've tried to break free from that; which is kind of ironic because, I've strengthened the world I'm running from by marrying the second strongest mafia in the world. Who will subsequently, protect their own before protecting my sister and myself.

But Dimitri branding us, branding me, with the words 'childish' and 'bitch' ticks me the fuck off. If anything—him, and his brother, are the ones being childish and being total bitches by forcing two girls who had their life planned out to marry them.

I don't attempt to escape from his grasp, and allow myself to be sacked all the way to an unknown destination. I hear the opening of a door, and before I can fathom what is going in, I'm thrown onto the cold hard group.

"This place better be clean by the time I come back or else. This  will teach you never to disrespect me again." Dimitri says before storming out of the room.

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