A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

ALESSANDRO’S POV

The gunshot rang out the entire dining room. Everyone glanced at me and then diverted their gazes back to their meals not questioning me or my authority. The Salvatore seemed wary of my decision to kill my own men off.

It was Logan, the one who used to train with Nikolai in the gym.

The truth is he had pissed me off two months ago and since then I have been trying to get my revenge. I didn’t kill him that time when I captured him, forgave him but today he pissed me the fuck off.

Leaning back, I rested a forearm on the table. Anger burned in my chest, I had to keep it in check so, I won’t kill every single fucking person in here. And I really wanted to put a bullet in Paul Salvatore’s head, Leah’s father.

Leah’s mother was around too. She showed her distaste by glaring directly at me. Apparently, she did not like the idea of blood while she was peacefully eating her dinner. Why the fuck was she married to a Don then? I’m pretty sure Paul had done some pretty fucked shit in front of his family. It was the reason Leah turned out to be a fucking walking disaster.

In all honestly, this whole fucking thing was pissing me off. The fucking marriage charade. I was fucking pissed off and I needed something to take my anger out. Unfortunately for Logan, he had to take a burn from it.

Having enough of this fucking family dinners, I got up from the table, excusing myself. My father’s glare followed me and

Leah clutched my wrists.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Going up to my bedroom for a smoke.”

I headed towards the elevator and pushed the fucking button. I waited until I heard the clicking of the heels behind me. I didn’t need to turn to see who it fucking was. Leah fucking Salvatore just didn’t know when to fucking back off. I ran a

tired hand down my face as the elevator doors slid open.

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I walked inside and Leah followed me in, smiling coyly at me. I got off the top floor and so did she, I headed towards the rooftop and pulled out the cigar from my pocket. I lit it up and inhaled, relishing the familiar taste of nicotine spreading through my body.

Leah came running beside me. “Want a smoke?” I asked her.

She looked taken aback but then took the cigar from me, taking a long drag–a big fucking mistake. She coughed violently. the second the cigar left her lips.

“How do you smoke that thing?” she asked, her eyes watered.

“Habit” I just said.

“Alessa, I wanted to ask you something”

I rolled my shoulders to get rid of the fucking tension.

“What is it?

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Chapter 111

I want to know what you feel about me?*

I took a long drag of the cigar and glanced at her. I told her last time on the phone but here she was looking up at me innocently as if she wasn’t the biggest cocked–up barbie of the British Crime Firm.

How do you tell a person that you hate their fucking guts without actually hurting their feelings?

The answer is…

You can’t.

I snuffed out the cigar on the banister and flicked it on the ground before turning to go down to my bedroom, Leah followed me. Asking me to answer her questions again and again but ignored her and went inside my bedroom. And she fucking followed me there too.

When Leah didn’t get the answer she wanted, she started to ramble about the wedding planning. She had been at it since my father had pushed the date of the wedding up. I sat at the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees as I listened to her list of some kind of fucking flowers.

“Leah, I’m fucking tired, can we do this tomorrow?”

Leah looked taken aback by my response but then she smiled. “Of course, if that’s what you want.”

Leah and I were in Sicily, Italy. We had come here for the wedding parties and fuck, if it wasn’t the worse kind of torture to ever exist. All day long, people came to me to fucking congratulate me. I had no idea why marriage was such a big fucking deal in the first place when my father told me she will just be a surrogate. I had never handed out more thank yous than I did today, specifically to puny old ladies.

I was still getting back to normal. Nikolai’s absence in my life had thrown me off my game and made me lose my focus. I don’t fucking like to lose my focus, attention, or control.

Dismissing Leah out of my bedroom, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I took off my clothes and stood under the shower, letting the waterfall all over me. I closed my eyes and he flashed before my eyes.

I hadn’t touched any person since Nikolai left. I couldn’t, every other girl felt ordinary compared to him. It was one of the sluts that I sometimes sleep with that called me when I was with Nikolai.

Whatever

I needed him, I wanted him, he had become my addiction and that was the reason I couldn’t fucking have him.

I let him go but the most fucked up thing was, I didn’t crave his body as much as I craved listening to him talk. The sound of his stubborn responses was fucking haunting my thoughts. If it was only about his body, I would have understood, that it was the self–indulgent Costello bastard in me but fuck it, I wanted to talk to him, listen to him spew out long fucking sentences that doesn’t even make much sense.

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