Chapter 38 I'll Make Her Moan It for Me in Bed

While Alessandro was recovering, a suffocating tension settled over the villa. The doctor had told him again and again that he needed rest, but Alessandro clearly didn't have the patience for it. The study had turned into a temporary command center. Men came and went with updates on the Eastside takeover. The Corsini family seemed quiet for now, as if they'd pulled their claws back after the disaster that night. When Lucia brought him a bowl of broth, Alessandro was on the phone with his shirt off. His left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, and a cigarette sat between the fingers of his right hand. When he saw her, he stubbed out the cigarette and said coldly into the phone, "Do it according to plan." With that, he hung up. "Quit smoking," Lucia said, setting the bowl down hard on his desk. "The doctor said nicotine affects healing." Alessandro leaned back in his chair, his dark gaze fixed on her. Over the past few days, she'd gotten used to bossing him around. Alessandro d