Chapter 3
Ten years later,
Santino placed his hands inside both pockets of his dark suit pant, his gaze directed towards the coffins placed in the middle of the room.
"Scusi," (Sorry) he heard whispers saying, making him turn his attention towards the door.
He saw his cousin Maximo greeting the guests who were preparing to leave.
"Va bene, grazie per essere venuto." (It's okay, thank you for coming.) Maximo said, shaking the guests hands with a look of sympathy on his face.
"Signore." (Sir) One of his trusted men whispered close to Santino, asking for permission to take care of Maximo.
"Lascialo," (Leave him.) Satino whispered to his men.
"Va bene Luca. Concludi le cose. " (It's okay, Luca, just wrap up things.) He said this before walking out of the room.
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"Hey." Sasha said immediately that she stepped out of the car, rushing towards her sister.
"What's wrong? Why the urgency of this meeting??"She asked her sister as they both stepped into Alexander's mansion.
"You know, if only you kept yourself reminded that you are still an Alexander, then you won't miss so much on things going around here." Lina said.
Sasha rolled her eyes at her sister but decided to keep quiet; she wasn't in the mood for another argument with her.
Lina stopped in front of the dining hall, placing her hand on the huge, circle-shaped door handle. She turned and looked at her sister.
"Mr. Amorino, the Italian Mafia Warlord, is dead. Dad is trying to form an alliance with his heir as quickly as possible.. Lina said, raising her brows at her little sister.
"But Mr. Amorino made it clear that he wasn't going to help Dad; what makes him think his son is going to want to help?" Sasha said, rolling her eyes at her desperate father.
"I don't know, but if I were you, I would keep my mouth shut and start searching up things about Amorino Vittorio's family; his father is in a very, very bad mood." Lina said this before pulling the handle and stepping in.
"Father." Sasha called out immediately. He entered the dining hall, rushing towards him. She grabbed his hands, guiding him to his seat, before taking hers.
"Where's your husband?" Mr. Alexander asked his youngest daughter.
Sasha shifts uncomfortably in her seat, clearing her throat, while Lina raises her eyebrows at her with a smirk on her face.
"He had a meeting with the Asian investors, so he couldn't make it." Sasha answered, trying to make her voice sound less pathetic.
Mr. Alexander chuckled, shaking his eyes, before giving his daughter a sharp look with a smirk at the edge of his lips.
"I am not a fool, Sasha; you all met me in this world. Just pass this message to your husband.. Mr. Alexander said, his sharp stare now turning to a darker one.
"He shouldn't bite the hands that once fed him; he might just regret it." He said it in a chilly voice, making Sasha shudder a little.
"Father!" Sasha called out, her eyes widening.
Mr. Alexander raised his hands, waving them, showing his dismissal of the topic.
"The Amorino's. " Mr. Alexander stated, looking at his daughters.
"I am still trying to get in touch with some of our Italian investors to know the situation over there, father. Once I get enough information, I will let you know immediately.. Lina said confidently.
Mr. Alexander nodded his head before turning to look at Sasha, hoping she had given him something too.
"I have nothing, Father; I just came to know about this matter tonight, but I will try to gather as much information as I can today." Sasha said, bowing her head apologetically towards her father.
"Of course you don't; even since you got married to that boy, you no longer seem focused." Her father said, his sharp eyes now back.
"I want you to keep in mind that you are forever going to be an Alexander, no matter where you are, and don't you ever forget that." Mr. Alexander said this before getting up to take his leave.
Sasha rubs her hands together, trying to ease the tension she feels around her body.
Meeting with her father always ends like this whenever he doesn't get what he wants.
She pulled out her phone, checking her messaging app to see if Andrea had replied to any of her messages.
The truth was that she had lied a moment ago. She herself doesn't know where our husband was, but she was too ashamed to say that.
The last thing she wanted was Lina smirking and throwing her failed marriage in her face.
"What's wrong? Why are you still here??"Lina asked, walking towards her.
"Why can't I be here?" Sasha snapped back, her voice a little more defensive than she wanted it to be.
Lina raised her hands in mock surrender.
"Woah, Sasha, I am not dad; don't bite me." She said it with a smirk.
"So do you want me to help you track your husband down, or do you still want to keep it yourself, saving your pride, while your husband is probably out there fucking some whore?" Lina stated, looking at.
"How the fuck do you know?" Sasha asks her sister with a glare.
"I know everything that happens in this family, baby girl; I have ears everywhere." Lina leaned toward her face, whispering.
"Well, hello, ladies." A voice called out, walking towards them.
"Hey Jayden," Lina said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, if it isn't the wannabe son of Alexander's," Sasha mocked her with a smirk.
"Hey common, don't blame it on me that your father sees more potential in me than his two daughters." Jayden retaliated with a smirk.
"What do you want, cousin?" Lina asked, emphasizing the word cousin.
"Ohhh, me nothing; I am just here with another piece of information that might just make your father love me more." He chuckled before walking past the two ladies.
Sasha and Lina stared at each other for a while before running after him, curious to find out what exactly the man was up to at this time.