Prisoner To The King | 1

Chapter 18.

ALESSANDRA

I got to the airport with both Romeo and Deigo close behind me. We boarded the plane, walking straight to business class and sitting in the comfortable leather seats.
I didn't talk much to them, or anyone after we got to the airport but that wasn't unusual.
I always became quiet and more focused when I was on a mission because I took it very seriously.

Romeo and Diego, however, didn't stop arguing about every single thing we did. Even when the stuart came to order us drinks, they argued about it.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair and put my earphones in. I let my thoughts wonder as I relaxed and slowly thought back to earlier that day.

I chuckled as I remembered Emiliano's reaction.

"No, I don't think I will" I said pretending to be serious. "I'm gonna run away and never come back, I thought I would let you know before I leave".

His eyes narrowed as he glared at me barely giving me a second before I was pushed into the desk.
"You will come back. This is your only warning. Don't try anything". He snarled at me.

I just poked the belly of the beast.

"Relax, darling. I was only kidding". I said to him, giggling.
He didn't seem to share my humor as his hands tightened around my neck. It was almost kinky how much he loved wrapping his hand around my throat.

"Emiliano. I was only joking. You can send an extra person with Romeo if you don't believe me." I said cupping his cheeks.

"Now let me go and I might give you a little gift" I said with wink. It was almost comical they way he let me go instantly. I guess he really must want the gift.

His expression stayed the same, cold and intimidating as I stood on my tippy toes and pressed a longing kiss to his lips.
He didn't respond for a few seconds, jsut savoring the feeling of my lips against his, but then he began to kiss me back. It was slow and almost sensual the way he caressed my mouth so gently with his.

He licked my bottom lip, biting and nibbling it, begging for me to open up for him. And I did.

The kiss became wild as his tongue met mine. My hands were in his hair tugging at his soft, dark strands.

We only separated when I felt as if I would pass out from lack of oxygen and had to push him away.

I was huffing and puffing taking deep breathes to regulate my breathing.

"I'll be back in a few days." I said before hopping off the desk and walking to the door. I felt his eyes on my ass as I walked and I purposefully swayed my hips more than necessary.

As I walked out of the door I saw Romeo waiting patiently for me.
The corners of his mouth tilted up as our eyes met.
"you look like you had fun" he teased me as we walked toward my room.

I rolled my eyes in response and started packing.

I looked like a weirdo smiling to myself as I thought about it.
It was confusing thinking about how I could escape anytime I want to, if I wanted to.

I could dissappear and make it impossible for Emiliano to ever find me. For the rest of my life I could live without having to ever see him again.
But, as much as I would like to deny it, I don't want that. I want to see him. I want to be near him and I don't know why.

Maybe I was into the punishments I had when I misbehaved. Or maybe he was right, maybe I do like to be shown who the boss is, just so I can test their patience, like I did with my father.

I sighed and decided to sleep for the rest of the flight. I took my earphones out and reclined my seat along side Diego and Romeo, who were already asleep.
I pulled the blanket over me and closed my eyes.

We arrived in Madrid a little over 2 hours later and were sitting in our hotel room. For some reason I had a separate room from Deigo and Romeo, and I couldn't help but think it had something to do with Emiliano.

I spent most of the day preparing for tomorrow, I sharpened my knives, did a lot of pull ups and put a silencer on my pistol just in case.
When I was left with nothing to do I decided to read the hotel brochure. As soon as I looked at it I knew what I wanted to do.

I wasn't surprised to find Diego and Romeo in front of the TV watching a movie and eating popcorn.
"Let's go swim" I said standing in front of the screen.
They both looked up at me with contradicting expressions.

"Hell yeah" Diego said jumping up instantly. Romeo just groaned and rolled his eyes, but stood up anyways. He paused the movie then followed Diego into the room.

I also went to the room and changed into my bikini, it was a teal colour and made from a lace material. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smirk at how good I looked.

I took a quick picture and sent to Emiliano.

Me: Can't wait to see all those shirtless men at the pool. 😍

I chuckled knowing he would probably get angry and make Deigo and Romeo make me put on a different swim suit.

I changed my swimsuit before I walked out of my room. I saw Diego and Romeo waiting for me. I smiled at them before we walked to the pool in silence.

When I got there it was basically empty. We swam for the rest of the day with the occasional flirty comments from passing men, but the boys kept most of them away.

When we were done swimming we had dinner before heading back up to the room.

I showered and sent Emiliano a mirror selfie of me in a short towel. I rolled my eyes as I read his previous reply to my message.

Hubby- I booked the pool area, so I'm certain there were no men for you to look at or to look at you.

Of course he would do that. I've never met anyone as possessive as Emiliano Vincenzo Giorgio King.

Me- You're such a cock block 🙄. And here I thought I'd be getting lucky in Madrid.

Hubby- Stop teasing Alessandra. I can still fly to Madrid and be there in an hour.

Hubby- my cock is the only one you'll be getting until I get sick of you.

Me- I dare you to fly here, you'd never leave the mafia alone. Plus, I'll be back by tomorrow night anyways.

Me- As soon as you're sick of me there'll be a queue of men as long as the Nile asking to marry me. So it's your loss. 🚮

Hubby- I don't even have to wait to leave you and there's a already a queue of women wanting me.

I snorted when I read his message. I'm only 19 and I've had over 13 marriage proposals. 4 in this year alone, and every time it gets easier and easier saying no. But of course I never tell that jealous sack of bricks that. He'd probably kill every one who proposed to me.

I yawned and said a quick goodnight to Emiliano before rolling into the comfortable bed.