The Don's Forbidden Obsession

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your mamá, and well, you of course." He says his accent is peeking through, and I g

g about something, but he decides it's better to

ile thinking of how uneas

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w claimed as my sanctuary. I debate calling Jacob or Lily, but I think better of it

smile at how much she loved this thing. It wasn't the prettiest,

and so, with a less-than-excited huff, I got up and prepared my school uniform. It's o

ersized crew neck - one that reached mid thigh - in fear of another m

wl into bed, hiding my bare legs underneat

lowing Alessio's tall build to enter,

wooden floors with every step he takes, making me cringe. I thought shoe

giving me a good view of his muscular, veiny forearms. The shirt exposed the muscular

s wrist peeking out of the pocket of his slacks. He

oaches my bed, his hands buried in his pockets. He looked so out of his elemen

tions, nodding t

to cover my bare legs from him

essa. Don't feel like you have to cover up in front of me or any of my men." He takes a seat on

eminding myself that this guy was the don of an affluent

u are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable in thi

at him, for I didn't truly know what the man was capab

ar nice things that make you feel good. So please don't stop because of a stupid comment I

again?" My tone is

a hard look covers his face. "It

rown on my face stays put. "Wha

often in realization. "If anyone says anything or does anything, you come to me and tell me, yes?" It's not a question, and my heart mome

t I feel telling me to push it and m

ow my brows, trying to think of something else to say to make it difficult for him,

see him staring up at me with a small smile on his face. T

genuine. My smile grows at the sight of such a small yet m

lite

orse for you already." He mumbles, making a show of being extra dramatic.

e Alessio mamá h

ng my pointer finge

r the circumstances we must meet under, and I am extremely sorry for your loss." My smile instantly drops at the mention of Mamá. I hated to adm

in comfort, and I look up to him, seeing a sad smile form on his face. "Your mamá was like family to me. I'm so sorry we failed to p

ou have eyes just as amazing as your mamá's." He murmurs, smiling sadly, and

his brown eyes scanning mine for a moment, seeming to be looki

ou all the time, too." He nods, hi

as my ears perk. "Real

ve closer to him. "She was right." He murmurs, and I beam at him, the compliments making

g him, and after a few moments, I feel his arm come a

d let me take care of it?" He says his voice dripping with e

chest, eagerly, basking in his manly

of determination on his face- one that looks much more like him

ubs a hand along his sharp ja

light up at him. "Are you

oks like he's going to protest, but I blink up at him, giving him my puppy-dog eye

ll move some things around. Come to my door in t

ng up at the man, who stares down at m

a complete one-eighty while he turns around, but not before the

smile as he shuts off the

ight