My Italian Criminal

What happens when the love of your life just decides to pack up and leave. Without an explanation and reason. Uttering the one sentence youd never dream your soulmate could utter.

We
e done.

It took one sentence, two words and eight letters to bring Bianca Halsalls life drowning in a sea filled with darkness of no survival.

Years later. That same love returns, but this time with a new woman in hand. And she just happens to be the last person youd expect.

….

My jaw dropped as he walked to me. All bitten up with bruises coating his skin like fresh cream. He jumped down the ring, waving at the crowd that still cheered him on.

”Tesoro. ” He called me with his favourite Italian nickname that he gave me. ”Alessandro? You
e smiling, God are you okay? ” I inspected his injuries as he got closer. [ translation: sweetheart]

Alessandro pulled me in his arms, my nose wrinkling up when his biceps squeezed the air out of me. ”I won, baby. For you. ” He states, leaving a kiss on my cheeks.

Huffing, I unwillingly push him away. ”Don be stupid, Asshole. You never loose. ” A cheeky smile laid upon my cheeks, Alessandro matching it. ”Of course, tesoro, only because of you. ”

I sighed, gazing up into his intimidating, eyes, the playfulness held in there made me feel giddy. ”Okay, can we go now? ”

Alessandro tilted his head on the side, grabbing me and locking me to him. His bandaged hands landing on my hips. ”If you want, baby. Id really need your care tonight. ” He threw me a wink as my eyes went wide.

”Shut up. ” I pocked my tongue at him. ”With the knockout you landed today, maybe Ill just have to reward you for it. ” Teasingly, I said, but Alessandro took that truthfully as his eyes turned darker. ”Really, baby? ” I giggled, shaking my head as we made our way to his locker room.

”Sure, sir. ” I winked, bitting down on my lips. Alessandro held the door for me, I could practically hear his mouth watering. He took in deep intake of unsteady breaths, licking his lips as I went in. ”Damn, baby. ” He smacked my ass as we both got in then he shut the door behind him. I squealed. ”Sei uno schianto, tesoro. ” [ translation: You
e one knockout, Sweetheart.]

I shook my head and tried to stop that bugging feeling in me wanting to know what he just said.

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A week later

”Aless? ” I called, softly shutting the door behind me. A smile took over my face, dropping the keys on the bowl. ”Aless, baby, Im home? ”

Walking in our apartment. I sighed, groaning when my feet started aching. I made my way to the couch and sat down, immediately taking off the sneakers.

A sigh reached out my mouth and I smiled in relief. ”I got good news! ” I said, massaging my feet. ”Remember what we talked about, baby? About me getting a job? ”

Footsteps approaching me from behind. I smiled in joy, my smile wid