Forever Bound To The Mafia Lord

NORTHWEST ISLAND OF SICILY, ITALY, PALERMO CITY*

~~~BROADWAY BURLESQUE~~~

Broadway Burlesque, a popular club for mafias from all clans, was bustling with activity. The loud noise from the room was a testament to the fun everyone was having every night. Two cars stopped in front of the club, and a guard quickly opened the door before a cool leather shoe appeared. A handsome man around thirty years old emerged from the car, surrounded by his loyal men. He had a roll of weed between his lips, and his glare was as cold as ice. He didn't say anything to them; his expression was blank. He started going into the bar, and two men followed him, while the rest waited outside beside their car.

The bouncer at the door bowed respectfully before opening the door for him. He went in without sparing them a glance or acknowledging their greetings. His two closest men followed behind him. He is Alessandro DeSantos, the Italian number one mafia lord, respected and feared by many clans since his clan is the strongest.

Inside, the loud music and smell of whiskey and cigarettes filled the air. People were having fun, some publicly having sex, while others enjoyed themselves. All the people present looked dangerous, with tattoos and piercings. Alessandro went straight to the VIP lounge where senior mafias usually stayed. The staff and bartenders bowed their heads as he walked past them.

He finally entered a room where a man, Pedro, sat on a couch, surrounded by three naked girls. One was sucking his d**k, and the other two were playing with him. He kept grunting shamelessly, while strippers performed. Alessandro stared at Pedro with a blank look on his face, getting tired of the way Pedro wasn't saying anything.

"Like I expected, Godfather Marco sent you, can't he come himself?" Pedro asked.

"Can we start with the reason I am here?" Alessandro said calmly, his voice sounding attractive and dangerous at the same time.

"You are just like I hear, Godfather Marco must be really proud," Pedro said. Godfather Marco was actually the only person Alessandro respected in the whole world, he was like a father to him.

"You have two minutes left," Alessandro said again, he hates it when he keeps talking and this man is making him do just that, and he is already getting irritated by that.

"Okay, okay, calm down Alessandro," Pedro said, and he glared at him immediately.

"I mean Venom," Pedro corrected himself, no one dared call Alessandro by his name, he was called Venom.

"One minute remaining," he said, and Pedro nodded to one of his guards. The man came closer with a small briefcase. He opened it, and they saw drugs inside.

"Check it out," Alessandro said, and one of his men picked one up, he nodded after checking it.

"I thought we were trusting each other now, I can't sell fake stuff to you," Pedro said. A briefcase was dropped in front of him, and Pedro smiled after seeing the cash.

"Why don't we hang out one of these days?" He asked, but Alessandro was already out of the place.

"That kid," Pedro scoffed angrily and took a drag from his pipe. "The job's done, boss," one of his guards reported to him, and he chuckled.

"Let's see how Marco is going to cope without his backbone," he muttered with a dangerous smile, but the smile suddenly turned to a frown. He dropped the pipe, and the three girls returned to the room. Soon, he was having a lot of fun, and he couldn't wait to see the outcome of the game he just started.

"The hell," Reaper exclaimed the moment he saw their guards on the floor, they were all dead, no one survived.

"The car tires burst too, who is responsible for this?" Butcher asked.

"Boss, I think it's a setup, you should leave now," Reaper quickly said while looking around.

"You both leave with the bag," Alessandro said calmly.

"But boss..." "You hear me," he cut Butcher off.

"Okay, boss," they bowed respectfully and started running out. They hadn't even taken a few steps when their car suddenly exploded. They turned back in fear and couldn't see their boss because smoke was everywhere. They could also see some men coming out of the club with guns.

"Let's go, the boss will be saved," Butcher said and dragged Reaper with him.

"Bastardo," Alessandro cursed and managed to stand up. His body was full of blood because of the explosion, and he was really weak right now. He hid behind a car while men looked around for him with their guns. He suddenly dashed out, and they started pursuing him while he ran. He was still feeling pain because of the impact of the explosion.

"F**k," he groaned as a bullet rammed into his shoulder. He turned and shot very fast, taking five men down before continuing his run. They kept pursuing him and shooting him. They were really bent on killing him. Two bullets rammed into his back, and he fell to the ground. He was feeling so much pain. He started shooting while rolling around on the ground, dodging bullets like a pro, and managed to kill nine before standing up. He started running, and the remaining six pursued him. He went to hide at a corner, and they passed him. He came out after some time and kept dragging himself away. His blood kept dropping on the floor as he walked. He was losing consciousness, but he knew if he didn't find a good place to hide, he would be killed.

He tried to call his clan but realized his phone was not with him. It might have fallen as he was running.

"Sh*he cursed and continued dragging himself away...

Alessandro was still running while holding on to his bleeding shoulder, though he couldn't stop the one from his back, he kept staggering and it was sure that he was going to collapse soon. The image of his parents and younger brother dying right in front of him while he couldn't do anything to help came to his head. He was just ten then, he couldn't. All he did was hide like a coward and watch his parents and brother dying in the worst way ever. He can't die now, he has to finish those responsible for his family's death. If he dies now, they will live happily with their family, how could he allow that? He can't, never. With that thought, he started running very hard. "I can't die, I just can't," he kept muttering as he continued his run.

"I can't die, I just can't," he kept muttering as he continued his run.

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A punch, kick and then I win?" Harmony screamed happily, she was actually playing a game, she loved doing that alot, she was chewing the chicken cutely, her face still focused on the game, she suddenly heard a sound and removed her headphone. It was a call from her brother Hardin.

She smiled before picking up.

"Hello brother" she said with a mouthful of chicken.

"What are you eating?" He asked calmly.

"Chicken " she said and he chuckled.

"You shouldn't rush yourself, okay, I will come very late today. There is an important guest at the club, make sure you lock the door before going to sleep," he said.

"Okay brother" she said cutely, he is just too caring, he always checks up on her everytime and she doesn't even have many friends all thanks to him. She also homeschool because he wouldn't allow her to go out, she only goes out when it is necessary.

"Did you get the groceries?" He asked and she gasped, she had totally forgotten about that and kept playing games all day.

"Yes I have" she lied.

"Will you make something for me? If you can't, it's okay, I will find something to eat" he said.

"I will, what do you want?" She asked and started dressing up, quite late but she will still make it. She wears her cute purple dress, almost all of her clothes and everything is purple, that is her favorite color, even her hair, phone pouch and even her room are purple.

She wears a purple hoodie and headphones before going out of their small apartment. They are not rich at all but her brother makes sure she gets everything she needs. Starting from education and everything. She wanted to carry her bicycle but changed her mind since the grocery store is not far from her house, she started hoping for it.

Her brother mustn't find out she went out this late but not like she is going to tell him anyway. She started with her favorite BTS song "Run" she was also singing along with it. Soon she arrives in the grocery store and smiles when it hasn't closed yet. She was a little afraid that they would already be close but it seems like she is lucky. She started picking everything she needed, she would hurry and return home quickly.

"Run Bulletproof Run Yeah You Gotta Run" she sings loudly and turns around like there is no problem in this world.

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"This must be his blood, I am sure he hasn't gone very far, let's find him" one of the men pursuing him said. They started tracing the blood as they looked around for him.

"When you sight him, the gun must go to his head straight, you get me?" One of them said and others nodded as they followed the trace of his blood. Alessandro continued to run, he could hear the steps of the people pursuing him, they must be tracing his blood and he is very sure that he will get caught soon. He took off his jacket and tore it, he tied it on his shoulder and the remaining one on his back. He entered a bush nearby and continued going. "The blood stops here" one of the men said while staring at the ground.

"He must be inside this bush then, be very careful" another one said as they followed him. Alessandro hid behind a tree and watched as they walked past him, looking around fearfully. He put a silencer on his gun before he started shooting them. The men were shocked as they kept falling to the ground, they looked around and could not find him until he killed all the six. He threw his gun away and walked out of the bush. He started walking gently since he is really weak and could barely walk now, his eyes could barely open. He saw a small house in front of him before falling to the ground. He kept managing to open his eyes so he wouldn't lose consciousness.

Harmony arrived at home and ran straight into the apartment, she is running late already and needs to prepare her brother's food. She keeps humming to the song and she cooks. She suddenly gasped when she saw a trash bag. She was supposed to dispose of it, since it will be carried away early tomorrow morning. Her brother will be so mad if he sees this. She quickly carried it and ran out of the apartment. "Imma light it up like dynamite oh oh" she sings and drops the trash bag, she was open to going when someone suddenly grabbed her leg, she quickly removed her headphone and gasped in shock when she saw blood all over his body. "Save me, I don't want to die" Alessandro managed to say. "Well...huh..I don't know" she said nervously and ran away but she suddenly stopped and came back, she can't abandon a dying man, she really can't.

"I will call for an ambulance" she said and wanted to call.

"Don't do that, don't call them, help" he said weakly.

"What am I supposed to do then?" She asked while staring at him.

"Take me in," Alessandro said, his voice weak and desperate.

Harmony looked around nervously, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to get involved in anything dangerous, but she couldn't just leave him there to die.

"Okay, I'll help you," she said finally, trying to sound calm.

Alessandro's eyes locked onto hers, filled with gratitude. Thank you," he whispered.

Harmony quickly grabbed his arm and helped him up, trying to support his weight. He was heavy, but she managed to drag him into her house.

Once inside, she laid him down on the couch and grabbed a towel to clean his wounds. He winced in pain as she touched his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'll try to be gentle."

Alessandro nodded, his eyes closed. "Thank you," he repeated.

Harmony quickly grabbed her medical kit and began to clean Alessandro's wounds. She had watched her late father, a doctor, perform similar procedures many times before. With a steady hand, she made a small incision in his shoulder and carefully removed the bullet with a scalpel.

Alessandro winced in pain, but Harmony worked quickly and efficiently, just like her father had taught her. She applied antibiotic ointment and dressed the wound, trying to reassure Alessandro with a gentle touch.

As she worked, Harmony couldn't help but think of her father, who had been a skilled surgeon. She had often watched him in awe, fascinated by his precision and skill. Now, she was using those same skills to save Alessandro's life.

With the bullet removed and the wound dressed, Harmony breathed a sigh of relief. Alessandro's eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at her with gratitude.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice weak but sincere.

Harmony smiled softly. "You're welcome," she replied. "My father was a doctor. I learned from him."

Alessandro's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, seeming to accept her explanation. Harmony helped him sit up, and he winced again, but this time, it was more from exhaustion than pain.

As Harmony supported him, Alessandro leaned against her, his head on her shoulder. She could feel his warmth, his heart beating against hers. It was an intimate moment, one that made her feel vulnerable yet connected to him.

In that instant, Harmony knew she would do everything in her power to protect Alessandro, just as she had protected her father's memory by using his teachings to save a life.

As Harmony continued to clean his wounds, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. His features were strong and chiseled, his hair dark and messy.

She felt a flutter in her chest as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "You're beautiful," he said softly.

Harmony blushed and looked away, trying to focus on his wounds. "You're hurt pretty badly," she said. "I need to get you to a hospital."

Alessandro shook his head. "No hospitals. They'll find me."

Harmony frowned, confused. "Who will find you?"

Alessandro's eyes clouded over, and he looked away. "Just...no hospitals. Please."

Harmony hesitated, unsure of what to do. But something about his desperate expression made her nod. "Okay, no hospitals. But you need to rest and recover."

Alessandro nodded, his eyes closing in relief. Harmony covered him with a blanket and sat down beside him, watching him sleep.

As the night wore on, Harmony found herself growing more and more attracted to Alessandro. She knew it was crazy - she didn't even know him - but there was something about him that drew her in.

As she watched him sleep, she realized that she would do anything to protect him. Anything to keep him safe.

Little did she know, Alessandro was not what he seemed. And their lives were about to become entwined in ways she never could have imagined.

"Harmony!" A voice called outside. Harmony turned tiredly and opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was sitting on the floor with her head on the bed, having fallen asleep that way while watching over the stranger at night.

"Harmony, are you still sleeping?" Her brother called again, raising an eyebrow in concern. She quickly sprang up, running toward the door with a worried expression. She came out, closing the door behind her so he wouldn't see her room.

"Good morning, brother!" She greeted me with a bright smile, trying to hide her fatigue.

"How are you? Are you okay? You look really stressed," Her brother asked worriedly, furrowing his brow as he examined her face. "Didn't you have a good sleep?"

"I'm okay, brother," She said nervously, fidgeting with her hands. "You don't have to worry."

"You were already asleep when I came yesterday. I brought your favorite ice cream; you can take it from the freezer," Her brother said, and she hugged him happily, her face lighting up with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Hard Guy!" She said cutely, batting her eyelashes.

"I made breakfast. You should eat and listen to your teacher. Don't play games when she's teaching you. I don't want her to report you again," Hardin said calmly, giving her a stern look.

"I won't," She said, though she wasn't so sure of that, looking down sheepishly.

"I should go now. I'll be back very early today. I'll bring something special for you," He said, pecking her cheek before leaving. He rode his bicycle to his workplace, whistling a happy tune. He actually owned a small local bar where he sold cocktails and alcohol.

Harmony let out a sigh of relief before going back to her room. The man was still asleep, which she expected since he was burning up with fever last night. She was even afraid he might die. He was also battling some nightmares, whimpering all night, making her wonder what he must have been through. He must have faced a lot for him to have such nightmares.

She stared at his face for a while. He was really handsome, and she felt shy just staring. She sighed and went into the bathroom, needing to prepare herself for her lesson soon. She didn't want her teacher to complain to her brother.

She wore all her undies in the bathroom because she didn't feel comfortable dressing in front of a man, even if he was asleep. Her brother had warned her against that.

She came out with her towel wrapped around her body, removed it, and opened her wardrobe. The color purple was everywhere, with a few other colors.

"You must really like the color purple a lot," A deep voice said. Harmony quickly turned back, picking up her towel and wrapping it around her body. Alessandro raised his eyebrows, looking at her, though not as if she was naked anyway. He had a hint of amusement on his face.

"I won't look, okay? You can wear your clothes," He muttered, turning his back on her. Harmony watched him for a while before starting to dress when she was sure he wouldn't look.

"I'm done," She said in her angelic voice. Alessandro turned back to her, his sinful eyes roaming around her body. Harmony started fidgeting with her fingers, something she only did when nervous. She looked down, avoiding eye contact.

"Thanks," She finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Harmony returned with her breakfast, her brother always made extra in case she wanted more, and she was really happy about that today because she would be able to feed Alessandro. She dropped the food in front of him, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Did you make this?" He asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.

"No, my brother did," she smiled, her cheeks flushing pink.

"He's good," Alessandro said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Where is he? Does he know about me?" He asked calmly, his expression serious.

"He doesn't. He will scold me if he knows. He may even call the cops," she said gently, her eyes wide with concern.

"Well, that's the right thing to do. You shouldn't allow a stranger into your house. You don't know what the person could do," Alessandro muttered, his brow furrowed in disapproval. He watched as she walked closer, her movements graceful and fluid. She suddenly placed her hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.

"You're okay now," she said, smiling brightly, her eyes shining with relief.

"Are you worried?" He asked, his expression softening.

"I was. I thought something bad would happen," she said cutely, her lower lip trembling slightly. He watched her, and without being told, he could tell she was naive and cute. He was a little amazed since he wasn't used to someone like that.

"You should shower. I'll get clothes for you," she said quickly and ran out of the room, her ponytail bouncing behind her. He finished his breakfast before going into her bathroom. The place was small and tiny, just like her. He couldn't even use her bathtub. He saw that all her soap, toothbrush, and even her towel were purple.

"What is she exactly?" He scoffed, his eyes rolling in disbelief. He came out after bathing, his hair damp and messy. Her towel couldn't even wrap around him. She looked really small too. He saw a hoodie and a trouser on the bed. She must have dropped it there. He picked it up and wore it. It was tight, but he could deal with that.

She came in and chuckled. "You must be really big. I don't have any other clothes to give. Those are my brother's, but I think you are bigger than him." She said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Don't worry about that, Gattino (kitten)," he said coolly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"That's not my name," she pouted, her lower lip sticking out.

"I know, but I think it fits you better," he said, his smile mischievous. "Give me your phone." He said after a moment of silence, and she quickly handed it over to him. He did something on it before handing it over to her.

A few minutes later, there was a loud noise outside her house, so she quickly ran out. She was surprised to see four cars outside, some men in black came out, holding guns. She gasped in shock and wanted to run back inside, but was stopped.

"Miss, we are here for our boss, Venom," a man said. He was Blade, Godfather Marco's right-hand man.

"Your... boss?" Harmony said nervously, her eyes wide with fear.

"Come in, Blade," Alessandro said from inside, and Blade bowed before entering inside. Harmony was confused. She just remained outside until they both came out of her house. Alessandro was now clad in a suit, which made him look really attractive.

"Thanks for your hospitality, Gattino. I will have to go now," he said calmly and started going. They opened the door for him, and he was about to enter when she suddenly shouted.

"Hey... I didn't know your name!"

He smiled, but it soon disappeared, replaced with a dangerous glare.

"You don't have to know because I don't think we will be meeting soon," he said and entered his car.

"This is for the hospitality," Blade said and dropped a black card in her palm. She watched as they all entered the car and drove away.

"Why am I wishing for him to stay longer?" she thought, shaking her head before going back inside. She looked at the card in her hand, wondering what it was used for. It was a black debit card with a certain amount of money loaded onto it. She didn't know why Alessandro had given it to her, but she felt a sense of gratitude towards him.

As she entered her house, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. Why did she feel a pang of disappointment when Alessandro left? She didn't even know him. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She looked at the card again, turning it over in her hand. It was a simple No name, no message. Just a card.

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THE EVIL SYNDICATE

Pedro sat in his office, laptop open, a pack of weed on his lip. He was expecting his men, but they hadn't arrived. He couldn't wait to hear the feedback. He had everything recorded, ready to show the other mafias, especially Godfather Marco, how he had easily killed his supposed backbone.

A guard called him, and he quickly left his office. Outside, all the clan members were gathered, watching the bodies of the twenty men Pedro had sent to the game. They all had gunshot wounds.

"He killed them all," the guard said, as another guard brought out a laptop and played a video. It showed the explosion and how they had pursued him, the gunshots he received. "He can't survive that," Pedro smirked, but frowned when he saw a girl dragging him into her apartment. "Did she treat him or what?" he asked angrily.

"Who is she?" he demanded, fuming. "I actually did some research, and I was shocked at what I found out," his right-hand man said.

"What is it?" Pedro asked.

"She is the daughter of Antonio Argento," he said.

"Do you mean the doctor who mysteriously disappeared some years ago?" Pedro asked.

"He is the one, Don," the man said, and a wide smile spread across Pedro's face. "This is getting more interesting than I thought. I think we will be giving her a visit. Get ready, I need fifty men."

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THE RUTHLESS REAPERS

As you step into the heart of "The Ruthless Reapers" territory, you're immediately enveloped in a dimly lit, foreboding atmosphere. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, whiskey, and a hint of violence. You can hear the soft hum of hushed conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of menacing laughter.

Alessandro came out of the car and went straight to Godfather Marco's room. The man was smoking when he arrived, and a smile appeared on his face. "I know you can't die just like that, you are not my backbone for nothing," Godfather Marco said. "I am going to kill that punk, I don't care if it wasn't allowed among mafias or not," Alessandro said, his voice sounding deadly. "You are permitting, I don't know why those jerks left their boss to die. I am giving them a well-deserved punishment already," Godfather Marco said. "You should release them, I told them to leave. You received the package, right?" Alessandro asked. "I do, what are you going to do with it anyway?" Godfather Marco asked calmly. "It's private, so when are you going to start your revenge?" Godfather Marco asked. "Sooner than later," Alessandro smirked, getting rid of all those people. "I am always at your back in everything," Godfather Marco said. "I know," Alessandro muttered and left the room. "He is really my backbone," Godfather Marco chuckled and continued smoking.

"Venom, I am so happy you are alive, I missed you last night too," Snake said, one of the gang members, a total bitch.

"I am tired right now," Alessandro said coldly.

"Should I come tonight and make you feel really good?" She smiled.

"Not today," he said and left.

"I think you should stop trying, he is never going to long at you," Ghost, one of the gang members, said behind her, the youngest among the females but really good.

"Watch your mouth, kid, or I might just kill you right now and hide your body," Snaks threatened and left. "What a bitch," Ghost rolled her eyes and went to join others.

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Alessandro's Room

He took off his clothes, and the clan's doctor came in immediately with medical instruments. He started treating his wounds while Alessandro sat. "The person who treated you did a really good job," the doctor said, as the door opened, and a cute boy came in, lollipop between his lip, holding a laptop. His name was Hacker, the youngest member in the clan. "I am happy that you are back, boss," Hacker said with a smile.

"Find that jerk for me right now," Alessandro said, ignoring him. Hacker pouted sadly before tapping on his laptop, the doctor still treating his back.

"Pedro owns a small clan called the Evil Syndicate, he is fifty years old, he has a daughter and a son..." He kept saying while Alessandro listened. "Can you check his location now?" Alessandro asked. "Sure, boss," Hacker said and tapped on his laptop.

Here is the revised text with added facial expressions:

"Pedro owns a small clan called the Evil Syndicate, he is fifty years old, he has a daughter and a son..." Hacker continued, his eyes wide with excitement. "He is currently on his way to a location, but I'm not sure where it is."

Alessandro's frowned, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Get some men and follow me immediately," he ordered, standing up and putting on another cloth. His face was set in a determined expression.

"Why? You haven't healed yet, Godfather won't allow that," Hacker said worriedly, his brow furrowed in concern.

"I don't repeat myself," Alessandro said firmly, his jaw clenched in frustration. He turned to leave, his eyes flashing with anger.

"This is bad," Hacker said worriedly, his eyes wide with fear. He quickly followed Alessandro out of the room.

Some men joined Alessandro, their faces set in determined expressions. They knew what was at stake, and they were ready too.

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"Welcome, Hard Guy," Harmony said, hugging her brother tightly. He had returned early today, just as he had promised. "Look what I got for you," he said, handing her a present. She collected it and opened it excitedly, gasping and hugging him when she saw the matching purple sneakers. "Thank you so much, brother," she said, beaming.

"You should continue with your game; I'm going to make something for lunch," he said, and she nodded. As he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of a black card on her table. "Where did you get this?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

"A friend came to me; he was wounded, and I treated him," she said. Hardin's eyes widened in panic when he saw the initials "ADs" on the card. Everyone in Italy knew that it stood for Alessandro DeSantos. "We should get out of here right now," he said, grabbing her hand.

"What's going on, brother?" she asked worriedly. "That will be later," he said, his face set in a determined expression. But they were shocked to see a fleet of cars outside. "Antonio Argento's children, it's nice to meet you," Pedro said, smirking.

"Don't come closer," Hardin warned, hiding Harmony behind him. He also pulled out a gun, which shocked his sister. "Get them," Pedro ordered, and his men charged towards them. Hardin fought hard, but he was soon overpowered.

"You really tried, but you failed," Pedro chuckled. "What do you want from us?" Hardin yelled angrily. Harmony was shivering in fear, feeling like everything was a dream.

"Get them into the car," Pedro said, and his men grabbed them. Alessandro arrived immediately, and Pedro's eyes widened in shock when he saw him. Alessandro's lips curled into a cold smile as he walked closer.

"So, what are you planning to do with them?" Alessandro asked, his voice low and deadly. His eyes gleamed with determination. Pedro's eyes narrowed, his face pale with fear. "Alessandro, I-" he started, but Alessandro cut him off.

"You're a dead man," Alessandro said, his voice cold and deadly. His face was set in a triumphant expression. Pedro's eyes widened in terror as Alessandro's men closed in on him.

"Are you still going to kill me even if I have something that might be useful in your revenge?" Pedro asked.

"What is it?" Alessandro asked angrily. Pedro walked closer to whisper something in his ear. Alessandro's frown deepened as he stared at the two siblings.

He moved towards Harmony, who was still shivering.

"What is your father's name?" he asked coldly. "Doctor Antonio Argento," she said, and he glared at her angrily, the memory of that fateful night filling his head.

"Your death has been postponed," Alessandro said to Pedro and glared at the two siblings.

"Take them and let's go," Alessandro said and entered the car. His men carried Hardin and his sister and drove away. Pedro watched until they were out of sight, a mischievous glint in his eyes.