Alexander wasn't a man who begged, but for you he would get down onto his knees whenever you asked. He just wanted you by his side, was that so hard?

"Please, darling. I need you by my side—" he pleaded, grabbing your wrist to stop you from running away. He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving him again.

He doesn't care how bloody his life of work is, the mafia is his home. He just wants to care for you and love you, to treat you like royalty and never watch you suffer again. He loves you.