Page 27 of Obsessed Alphas: Volume Two

“No, I rushed straight to the airport, figuring that would be the only place she would have gone.”

“Smart. Stall the plane. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I was much closer to the airport than I was at home. “Book me a ticket if you have to.”

I couldn’t lose her. I’d do whatever I had to do to keep Isabella, but I sure as fuck was going to spank her ass for running out on me without the decency to say why.

My phone buzzed again. I answered it as I pulled into the airport parking lot.

“I bought you a ticket, but the flight leaves in five minutes.”

I rushed through the terminal and as soon as I saw Cosimo, I slipped him my gun as he gave me the ticket. My briefcase already had my passport in it with her new one that I ordered, so I could easily get past customs when we landed.

Boarding the plane without preamble, I spotted Isabella easily since she was looking directly at me in the seat three rows from the front. The stewardess stepped up and told me to take my seat so we could get ready to depart, but I didn’t plan on sitting. I walked straight up to Isabella. “Get up now.”

“No.”

“Fine. Remember what I said before. I fucking meant it. Get up. This is your last chance to do it the easy way.”

“Fine. I’ll be booking the next flight out of this place as soon as I can.”

“We’ll see about that.” As soon as we exited the plane they closed the doors. I gripped her wrist and led her out of the airport to my car, where Cosimo was waiting.

“Get in,” I barked and then turned to Cosimo. “Meet us back at the house.” When she got in, I locked the doors and then walked around to my side. Once inside, I grabbed her purse and then pulled out her passport, tearing it to pieces.

“Oh, my God. Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“Yes, but then again, so have you. What the fuck did you think you’d accomplish by leaving me?”

“I want to be rid of you, Alessandro.” That pain in my chest was back with a fucking vengeance.

“Why, amore? What did I do that was so bad? Do you miss being in America?”

“What did you do? Maybe your old fiancée who is pregnant with your baby,” she hissed.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, but she didn’t find it funny at all. “What the fuck is so damn funny?”

“I’m not laughing because it’s funny. Well, I guess it is because there’s something I didn’t tell you.”

“I don’t find anything funny about this scenario.”

“It’s embarrassing, but you were my first.”

“First? Like first, first. Like you were my first?”

“Yes. So there’s no broad pretending to be pregnant with my kid.”

“Oh my, but how?”

“I was pretty old not to be experienced, but when my parents died, I closed off everyone while I sought my revenge. Then I became so hellbent on seeing to my success and filled with distrust that I never went on more than one date in ten years, and that was because I thought about needing someone to pass my legacy onto, but that was a waste of time. Online dating was a huge mistake, then you walked into my life, and I knew I’d do anything to keep you.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“You better believe it. I don’t want the world to know it because it makes me look weak, but I needed you to know the truth.”

“Oh…”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“I don’t even know how to say I’m sorry. It was foolish of me. We didn’t really talk about us after our day in bed that I figured maybe you were getting bored with me, and then she seemed to know enough about me to accuse you of doing this to multiple women, and I was just the next in many.”