Alpha Chaste

Alessia

"Are you sure about this, Alessia? We can go back if you're getting cold feet about your decision," Livia whispers in my ear.

I can't believe what she's saying right now. We agreed on this before we even left the house.

So I glare at her. "You can go back if you don't want to be here," I snapped, with a sharp voice.

The neon light reflects on her wide eyes as she stares at the building, Then she looks back at me, with a grin slowly spreading on her face.

"No way! Let's do it, girl. I've been waiting for a night like this," she says in excitement.

I take a deep breath. Tonight, I am not just Alessia, I am a regular girl at a club, ready to drown my sorrows in loud music and strong drinks. Even if it only numbs the pain for a while.

I know I should turn back. My dad is going to be furious when he finds out about this.

But do I care? No.

Not when my heart is shattered into pieces. Not when I can't bring myself to feel anything except this unbearable ache.

Tonight, I just want to forget.

The two guards standing outside with an unreadable expression he push the door open without a word,

With Livia right behind me, I make my way to the bar, my heels clicking against the floor. But as I get closer, a small voice in my head whispers, 'This is a big mistake.'

Being the only daughter of Leonardo Rossini the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in Italy sucks.

People think it's glamorous, but they don't see the chains. They don't understand that my life is never my own.

I can't make a fucking move without being watch by someone from the shadows.

They are there, when I cry, when I laugh, when I breathe. It feels so suffocating like there's no escape.

I scan the room, the dim light and the thick haze of smoke curls in the air.

I watch as women dance around poles, as their bodies move to the heavy beat of the music.

Men are not left out they sit at tables, watching, drinking, whispering with the scent of alcohol and expensive cigars in the air.

The ear-piercing music playing drowns the voice in my head screaming that this is a bad idea.

Without a word I turned to the waiter. He understands. He places a bottle of alcohol and two glasses in front of us before disappearing into the crowd.

Livia wastes no time. She twists off the lid, pouring the golden liquid into our glasses. Her hands tremble slightly as she looks around.

"We can take this and leave. What if someone recognizes you?" She says with a tight voice.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "No one will, Livi." I pick up my glass, I slowly twirl the liquid before taking a sip. The burn is sharp, but I welcome it.

"Relax Livia, my father has kept me locked away my whole life, no one knows what I look like."

She sighs, as she scans the room as if someone is about to jump out any minute and drag us home. "I think he's just trying to protect you from his world," she says softly.

I shake my head with a scoff. "Protect me?" I repeat. "You mean to make me invisible? Keep me locked away like some secret he's too ashamed to let the world see?"

Livia didn't argue. She just stares at me with something I can't stand. 'Pity.'

That's all anyone ever does. Look at me with pity.

I let out a sharp breath as I try to push down the lump rising in my throat. Tonight, I don't want pity. I don't want thoughts of my father and his world.

Tonight, I just want to be different.