A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Don

As the sleek Rolls Royce Silver Wraith glided through the dimly lit streets of New York city, the city’s underbelly was cloaked in an eerie silence, save for the distant hum of the engine. Alejandro sat in the back, his mind consumed by the weight of the information he had just gathered. The revelation about Salvador Morello’s plans and the dangerous game they were entangled in had only heightened his resolve.

Beside him, Bruno kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, ever alert to any potential threats. The night concealed its secrets well, and in this world of shadows and deception, trust was a rare commodity.

The hotel where Marisa was staying loomed ahead, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. It was a grand and imposing structure, standing as a testament to luxury in the heart of the city. The name of the hotel was Jandro’s Hotel which belonged to Alejandro himself. It was one of the thirty hotels he owned in New York city. The chauffeur skillfully maneuvered the Rolls Royce to the hotel’s entrance.

As the car came to a smooth stop, Alejandro and Bruno stepped out with an air of quiet authority. The doorman, recognising Alejandro, held the door open and greeted him with respect. Alejandro’s polished shoes clicked on the marble floor as he entered the opulent lobby, his every move calculated and deliberate.

The hotel’s lobby was adorned with chandeliers, its walls adorned with intricate artwork that spoke of a bygone era of elegance. The atmosphere was hushed, and the few guests who lingered in the lobby were engaged in discreet conversations.

Alejandro approached the front desk, his presence drawing the attention of the hotel staff. A well-dressed concierge stood behind the counter, his expression a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. He knew who Alejandro was and that alone sent cold shivers down his spine. With an air of authority, Alejandro inquired about Marisa’s room.

“I need to see Miss Marisa, the lady Bruno brought here,” Alejandro stated firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

The concierge, though taken aback by the unexpected visit, quickly composed himself and checked the hotel’s records. “Miss Marisa is in room 506, sir,” he replied, handing Alejandro a key card with a discreet nod.

“Thank you,” Alejandro said tersely, and without another word, he turned and made his way to the elevator, with Bruno following closely behind. The elevator doors closed, enveloping them in a small, mirrored chamber. Alejandro’s reflection stared back at him, his eyes filled with a determination that bordered on obsession.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and as the doors opened on the fifth floor, the dimly lit corridor stretched out before them. Alejandro’s footsteps were purposeful, leading him to room 506. The anticipation of confronting Salvador Morello coursed through his veins, and he couldn’t wait for the next day to arrive so that he’d finally get the revenge he’d been chasing for years.

Room 506 was at the end of the corridor and when they finally got to the front of the room, Alejandro slid the key card into the lock with a swift motion, and the door clicked open. The room beyond was bathed in the soft glow of lamplight.

Marisa lay sound asleep on the hotel bed, her form relaxed and oblivious to the world outside. The soft rhythm of her breathing was the only sound in the room, providing a stark contrast to the tension that had just entered.

“Stay outside and keep guard,” Alejandro instructed Bruno in a hushed tone, his voice carrying a sense of urgency and caution.

Bruno nodded in acknowledgment, positioning himself discreetly outside the door to ensure that no unwelcome guests would intrude upon this pivotal conversation. His vigilance was unwavering, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

With a profound, lingering nod of comprehension, Alejandro gently and deliberately closed the door to Marisa’s room, ensuring that he left behind an atmosphere of solitude and tranquility. He stood still for a moment, his gaze fixed tenderly upon the serene visage of Marisa as she lay soundly asleep in her bed. The room was bathed in a gentle, hushed ambiance, allowing him to observe her undisturbed.

Slowly, he moved closer, silently bridging the gap between them, his heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. Upon reaching the edge of her bed, Alejandro lowered himself onto the space beside her, his presence a comforting and protective one. He couldn’t help but be captivated by the delicate beauty that lay before him, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully dreamt.

His fingers, with a touch as gentle as a whisper, reached out to caress her face, brushing aside the stray strands of hair that veiled her features. With great care and tenderness, he revealed her countenance, as if uncovering a priceless work of art from a concealed masterpiece.

As Alejandro continued to watch over Marisa, he felt an overwhelming surge of protectiveness. With a low and husky tone, he whispered to her, “You’re mine, Marisa. You’re mine alone, and I won’t hesitate to kill anyone who dares to get too close to you.”

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As the bright morning sun gently streamed through the open blinds in the room, Marisa slowly stirred from her slumber. She let out a soft groan as her eyelids fluttered open, and the world around her came into focus. The first thing she noticed was the warmth of the sun on her face, and then the realization of her surroundings began to set in.

As her awareness increased, Marisa’s comfort turned to confusion and a sense of unease. She attempted to lift her hand to her head, only to discover that her right hand refused to obey her commands. Panic began to rise within her as she tried her left hand, only to encounter the same unnerving sensation of immobilization.

Turning her head gingerly to the side, she cast her gaze down towards her hands, and her heart quickened as she saw the cause of her predicament. Her wrists were handcuffed to the bed frame, leaving her with limited mobility and a growing sense of helplessness.

Fear and uncertainty washed over Marisa as she attempted to recall how she had found herself in this situation. The memories of the previous night were hazy, and she struggled to piece together the events that had led to her being restrained in such a vulnerable state. With each passing moment, the urgency to understand her circumstances and to find a way to free herself intensified.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Marisa’s confusion deepened as she glanced around the unfamiliar room. It was apparent that she was in a place she didn’t recognize, and the events leading to her current situation remained shrouded in mystery. Questions swirled in her mind like a tumultuous storm – where was she, and how had she ended up here? The most pressing of all was how and who had handcuffed her hands, leaving her in this vulnerable state.

As she wrestled with these unsettling thoughts, the bathroom door suddenly swung open, and in that moment, her breath caught in her throat. Alejandro stepped into the room, a white towel dangerously draped around his waist, his glistening, wet hair and chiseled chest leaving Marisa momentarily speechless.

The sight of him, his toned physique and his magnetic presence, sent a shiver down her spine. Marisa’s heartbeat quickened, and her earlier panic seemed to be replaced with a mix of conflicting emotions. She was captivated, unable to tear her gaze away from the striking image before her, even as the questions of her situation continued to gnaw at the edges of her consciousness.

As Alejandro moved closer to the bed where Marisa was lying, the room seemed to be filled with an undeniable magnetic energy. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of water sparkled on his tanned, well-defined chest, following a path down to his sculpted abs. With each step he took, he radiated a confident sensuality that was impossible to ignore, and every movement he made showcased his irresistible allure.

His eyes burned with intense desire as they locked onto Marisa’s, drawing her in with a magnetic force, much like a moth to a flame. His strong, masculine presence was both commanding and irresistibly alluring. Alejandro’s broad shoulders and powerful arms hinted at a strength that was as captivating as it was protective.

As he approached, Marisa felt a rush of heat surging through her body. Her cheeks flushed, and her breath quickened. The sight of Alejandro, with his tousled, wet hair and those tantalizing droplets of water on his sun-kissed skin, had an electrifying effect on her. His raw masculinity and undeniable sex appeal were impossible to ignore.

Marisa’s heart raced, and her thoughts were consumed by desire and anticipation. In that moment, the strange circumstances of her situation temporarily faded into the background. Her entire focus was on the irresistible Alejandro, who was approaching with an intensity that left her breathless.

Alejandro slowly got on the bed and positioned himself over Marisa. He looked into her eyes with a lustful and mischievous smile on his lips. The room was filled with excitement, and the magnetic attraction between them grew stronger.

Alejandro’s presence held power, yet tenderness, and as he hovered over her, Marisa felt his warmth enveloping her. Her heart raced, and her breath quickened as they drew nearer. At that instant, it was as if time had frozen, leaving only the intense chemistry between Alejandro and Marisa. She couldn’t find her voice; all she could do was gaze in awe at his godlike face.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Alejandro said in a husky tone, his smirk growing even wider.