CHAPTER 7
Alessandro’s POV
I stood at the edge of the room, my eyes locked on the ornate door that led to the East Wing of Hell’s pit.
Every part of me wanted to storm inside, to take her and leave this vile place.
She is my mate—my responsibility—and I couldn’t ignore the bond that now connected us.
But Hell’s pit was not a place where things were done simple or cleanly. It was a den of rules, violence, and chaos, and I knew better than anyone that power dictated the terms here.
Carlos appeared at my side, his expression tense.
“The girl’s still inside, boss,” he said quietly. I nodded, my jaw tight.
“We’re taking her. She’s mine.” I said. Carlos hesitated, his hand instinctively resting on the gun at his side.
“Boss, you know it won’t be that easy. This place… they don’t let anyone leave. Especially not the girls.”
“Let them try to stop me,” I growled, my voice cold and unyielding.
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The tension in the air was palpable as I strode toward the door, my men following close behind. When I pushed the door open, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her wide green eyes snapping up to meet me.
For a moment, the chaos of Hell’s pit faded, and all I could see was her. She looked so small and fragile, yet there was a fire in her gaze that tugged at something deep within me.
“Come with me,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.
She hesitated, confusion and fear warring on her face.
“Why? What’s happening?” She asked.
“You don’t belong here,” I said firmly. “I’m taking you away.”
Before she could respond, the sound of heavy boots echoed in the hallway. I turned just as two Hell’s pit guards stepped into the room, their hands resting on the weapons strapped to their belts.
“You can’t take her,” one of the guards said, his tone flat but firm. My jaw clenched, my patience wearing thin.
“She’s mine. I have the right to take her.”
“No one leaves Hell’s pit, and we don't take orders from you.” The guard said as he shook his head.
The words were like a match to dry tinder. I stepped forward, my towering presence enough to make the guards flinch.
“I don’t think you understand who I am,” I said.
The guards stood their ground, and the tension boiled over. Carlos moved first, drawing his gun, and the room erupted into chaos.
Shots rang out as my men clashed with Hell’s pit’s guards. I watched as Isabella pressed herself against the wall, her face wide with horror as she watched the scene unfold.
The brutality of the fight was overwhelming—blood, fists, and shouts filled the room, the look on her face sent me into a protective mood.
“Stop!” My voice cut through the noise like a blade.
The fighting ceased almost immediately, my men retreating to my side as the guards regrouped. I straightened my suit, my gaze cold.
“I want to speak to the owner of this place,” I demanded. The guards exchanged uneasy glances before one of them nodded.
"Follow me.”
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I was led through a series of winding corridors, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. The further we walked, the darker and more oppressive the air became.
Finally, we reached a heavy iron door. The guard knocked twice before stepping aside, allowing me to enter.
The room was dimly lit, with a single chandelier casting long shadows on the walls. At the center of the room sat a man I recognized instantly—Romanio De Vinci.
How could I never had known that he runs this place?
The sight of my old rival sent a jolt of fury through my veins. Romanio leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“Well, well,” Romanio drawled, his deep voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t Alessandro De Luca. What brings the King of the South to my humble establishment?”
I clenched my fists at my sides.
“You own this place?” I asked. Romanio’s grin widened.
“Of course. Hell’s pit is my little kingdom. And you’re trespassing.” I ignored the jab, my focus unwavering.
“The girl. Isabella. She’s my mate. I’m taking her with me.” I said the tone in my voice alluding authority. Romanio raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.
“Your mate? In Hell’s pit? How poetic.” His laughter echoed through the room, grating on my nerves.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Romanio said, his tone turning icy. “You know the rules, Alessandro. No one leaves Hell’s pit. Not even for you.” I stepped closer, my voice a low growl.
“You don’t want to make me your enemy, Romanio.”
Romanio stood, his grin fading as he met my gaze.
“You already are, Don Lucifer. You always have been. And now I hold something you want.” An evil grin appeared on his lips, making my blood boil.
He was right even though I didn't want to admit it.
Why in the world would my mate out of all places end up in Hell’s pit?
The tension between us crackled like a live wire, but I forced myself to stay calm. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
“I’ll be back,” I said, my voice steady. “And when I return, Isabella will leave with me. One way or another.”
Romanio’s laughter followed me as I turned to leave the room, my mind was racing with plans. Isabella is my mate, and I would move heaven and earth to claim her even if it meant burning down Hell’s pit.