Fransisca's POV
I quickly locked the safe and tossed it back into the closet, trying to act casual. But the twins saw right through me.
"You thief!" Lucas shouted, charging at me with André right beside him. "We might overlook a million other crimes, but we will never forgive theft!"
I stepped back, raising my hands in defense. "I didn't take anything! I promise!"
But Lucas was beyond reason. He grabbed a nearby flower vase and smashed it on the floor, shards scattering everywhere.
Then, in a move that sent chills down my spine, he picked up a shard and drove it into my skin.
I screamed, the pain flooding me with memories of the trauma I had faced a decade ago. "Mommy!" I cried out, my voice trembling with fear.
The twins were startled by my outburst, but they quickly composed themselves.
"Search her bag," André growled. "She must have stolen something, and if you find anything, Lucas, you kill her immediately. We still need more fresh organs to complete this month's batch."
Just as they were about to dig through my bag, Alessandro appeared in the doorway.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice steady and commanding.
When his gaze landed on me and noticed the blood, his expression turned icy, and he frowned. "Why are you assaulting her?"
Lucas scoffed. "Stay out of this, Alessandro. It's none of your concern; she belongs to us, and we can do whatever we want with her!"
"So what if she belongs to you? Does it give you the right to treat like a slave? You're harassing the poor girl just let her go!"
"Listen Alessandro! We know you're a high ranking mafia don, but it doesn't give you the right to come into our territory and give us orders, who do you think you are, just get out of here!"
But Alessandro didn't back down. "I'm making it my concern and I'm not leaving here until we make things right. What's the price?" he asked abruptly.
Lucas and André exchanged puzzled looks. "What are you talking about?" Lucas replied.
Alessandro's eyes were fixed on me. "How much to buy her?"
The twins erupted in laughter. "She's our slave," André mocked. "We're not selling her."
Alessandro's smile was icy and calculating. "I'll offer you a hundred million dollars and a full cart of weapons. That's a fair trade."
The twins' laughter faded, and they shared a greedy look. "She's yours," Lucas finally said, shoving me toward Alessandro. "Do whatever you want with her."
Alessandro's eyes remained locked on mine. "Come with me," he said, his voice deep and husky.
I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. "I— can't go, they'll kill me" I said, tears streaming down my face.
"You're free! Come with me" Alessandro said sternly this time and I complied.
But as I took a step forward, a wave of dizziness hit me. The pain from the shard still embedded in my skin was beginning to catch up with me.
Alessandro's eyes narrowed as he assessed my condition. Without saying a word, he walked over and lifted me into his arms.
We reached the car, and Alessandro carefully laid me down on the back seat.
He climbed in next to me, his gaze fixed on my face. "Hold on," he said, his tone steady. "We're going to the hospital."
I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him.
At the hospital, Alessandro was assertive and commanding, ensuring I received the best care possible.
The doctors and nurses rushed to my side, and soon I was being treated for my injury.
Finally, the doctor informed us that I was stable. Alessandro nodded, his expression unreadable, paid the bills, and left the hospital.
Once we were inside the car, I turned to him, my voice just above a whisper. "Thank you, sir, for saving my life," I said, locking eyes with him.
But before I could continue, Alessandro's demeanor shifted to icy, and he replied,
"Cut the act. Agent Lopez, what are you doing here? You were meant to be in France on a mission."
His words hit me like a slap in the face, and I felt my heart racing with fear.
How did he know my true identity?
