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Alessandro's POV

Amelia shook in fear taking my shirt off her body. I got more angry, seeing the faint bruises on her body.

Only if she had listened to me and stop being stubborn.

I took out my tool bag and unzipped it, displaying the contents on the bedside nightstand.

She cringed at the side of the beautiful tools and took my arm, looking into my eyes. "Please Sandro. Don't do this." She pleaded, her eyes filled with tears.

I was almost giving in. I was almost pushed to kiss her but no! ...