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“I love you all too.” I manage to get out before sleep overtakes me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alessandra
Iwake with a start, jolting upward. Looking around to make sure I didn’t wake the boys. That had to be a dream, right? It’s got me fucked up for sure. Sweat is covering my body and I feel like my body has been put through the ringer. Like somehow, I physically experienced all of those orgasms instead of subconsciously enduring them. It’s a little bit more physically exhausting than I would’ve thought could come from a dream.
My body is reacting more viscerally to my subconscious than I would’ve thought. The boys are surrounding me cozily and I’m genuinely surprised I didn’t wake them with my intense dreams. I pull the comforter up to make sure I still have all of my clothes on, only to realize how badly I need to go to the bathroom. My fantastical dream period disappearance truly was only a dream. That sucks. Oh well, at least my cramps are gone.
Grabbing for my phone and some clothes, I get ready to jump in the shower. I turn the shower onto scalding hot and go to put my shower playlist on, which I’m woman enough to admit is mostly made up of female powerhouse artists and Broadway musical mashups because I like to sing in the shower, nothing wrong with that other than the fact that I absolutely suck ass at singing. The boys have told me on more than one occasion.
But when I pick up my phone I have a ton of missed text messages. I’m honestly terrified something happened to nonno or mom and I missed it, but when I check them, I realize they are all from a blocked number.
Unknown:Alessandra, mia bella, you haven’t responded to my cards or your flowers. Are you ready to come home? I’ve missed you.
Unknown:I’ve been keeping my eye on you, you know. I think it’s almost time we come together. I was going to wait until your eighteenth birthday but it looks as though things will need to be rushed. I don’t like my hand being forced.
Unknown:Mia bella, I don’t like these ragazzini touching you. I don’t like them touching what’s mine. You need a vero uomo.
Unknown:You need to get rid of them. Get rid of them before I do.
Unknown:You’ll only get un avvertimento, a warning, this one time. Then I’ll come for you.
Unknown:Sei mio. I’ll see you later mia bella. Remember, I’m watching.
What.The. Actual. Fuck.
The flowers.They were never from my guys. Oh my god, I feel sick. Pissed as hell, I try to text back but I’m blocked from even responding to the number. Whoever this is, is such a coward. Like, really? Who sends out threatening messages from a blocked number like a little bitch? And the nerve to call themself a vero uomo, a real man? What a joke.
My whole body is literally vibrating in anger. No one threatens my guys. Ragazzini.. Little boys? Ha, even as juniors in high school, my guys look like full grown men. Shit, they could be cover models worldwide, they are so ruggedly handsome. Who does this asshole think he is? I need to talk to nonno and the boys but first, I’m taking my shower and calming the hell down. They’ll all fly off the handle if they notice how upset I am.
I move to lock the door. I’m not taking any chances with them catching me this heated and those boys know no boundaries. Let’s just hope they all sleep in. Threaten me any day but have the balls to tell me that you’re not only stalking me, but calling me yours and threatening the men that I love? Hell, I’ve only just barely accepted it. The one’s I finally stopped fighting at every turn and agreed to a relationship with? Yeah, it’s just not gonna happen. I need to game plan.
Shower. Gym. Shower. Eat. School. Homework. Gym. Shower. Study. Bed.
That’s how my day is going to go. I need to figure this all out before I can talk to the royal court. I can’t get them involved yet. Especially if this creep really is watching me. I need him to see me distance myself a bit from them. I have to keep them safe first and foremost.
At this moment I realize that there’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to protect them. I really do love them. This right here is what love truly is. Knowing I’d sacrifice myself in this moment to keep them safe. Hell, maybe I should hand myself over to this secret dickwad. The guys will be pissed and probably worried but they’d be safe and that’s all that really matters.
Shit. I know what I have to do.
* * *
It tookme all day yesterday to get all my plans together and the boys could clearly tell something was off. I avoided them for the better part of the day, blaming hormones and cramps. The only time I really gave them attention was before bed. I made them all sleep in their own rooms, which was a difficult task in and of itself. My stubborn boyfriends hated the idea of sleeping without me, but I made sure to kiss them each a little extra, knowing what was coming today.
I sneak out of the house after texting mom and nonno. They weren’t thrilled with the idea but ultimately, they trust me. They know everything I need them to know and promised to have things handled by the time I get home from my trip. I quickly grab my pre-packed duffle bag and grabbed my wallet before sneaking into the garage to get my Jeep. I don’t want to be here when the boys find out they’ll be moving out. I know that makes me a coward but I honestly can’t deal with how much it’s going to hurt them, even if it’s done by my own hand. I need to put some distance between us if I’m going to force them out of a relationship with me. Going forward there will be no speaking to each other whatsoever. If I make it back, when I return to school, the dust will be settled and we’ll all have moved on, at least that’s what I’m trying to convince myself.
Mom is having all of my classwork forwarded to me while I’m hidden away in lockdown. I make it out of the garage with my nerves on edge but without interruption, but by the time I reach our security gates, I see the guys running down the long driveway. I lock the doors quickly and barely get my foot pressed down on the gas when I feel my vehicle shake with the force of Matteo banging on my windows. He’s yelling at me but I’m driving away as fast as I can while trying not to run them over as the other two move to get in front of my car.
They chase me down the road but there’s no way they can keep up with my car so I gun it as I drive through the hills of the neighborhood towards the highway. I know the car is bugged so I head to one of nonno’s garages to swap out cars, to avoid the guys following me. They know where our family’s safe houses are so I won’t be using any of them. I’m making it a point to put as much distance between us as I can because knowing them, they’ll attempt to follow me. I’m driving out towards the East coast to go into hiding for a bit, but I’ll be stopping at my old stomping grounds in Chicago to see if I can find any clues about how everything has come to be or who might be behind the texts.
The creepy stalker mentioned something about coming home to him in his texts, so it makes the most sense that if I can figure any of this mystery out, I’d have to start there. I can’t imagine my old house has been sold or anything so if it isn’t full of squatters, I should be able to check it out and see if there was ever anything there that should’ve tuned me into what happened.
Whoever this guy is that’s stalking me so far seems untraceable but nonno and I have some top hackers in the business working for us so I’m confident they’ll figure it out soon. As badly as I wanted to put a call filter app on my phone to stop him from calling and texting, I know I can’t. I need him to slip up and either clue me in on who he is or give away his location. I’ve got some pretty big plans for this ghost man when I catch him. For now though, at least I can trust that my kings will be safe. As long as I am gone, they’ll be ok.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Matteo
