I sobbed harder, my head and body too heavy to do anything else. “Are you imagining it right now? Another woman’s legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks her?”
For the first time, I begged.
“Stop it. Please…Please…stop…pl…please,” I begged. Everything hurt. Even my soul was aching, screaming in pain.
Alberto gasped, but it was fake. “Are you begging, love? Well, isn’t that a first. I’ve never heard you beg before. So beg. C’mon, beg me to stop.”
“Please…”
“Alessio doesn’t care about you,” he whispered. “He doesn’t. Because if he did, he would have come for you by now.”
I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t.
“Of course, he isn’t coming. He has probably forgotten all about you.” He laughed, and I cried.
“He isn’t coming for you. Forget him. Whatever hopes you have, it doesn’t matter. Because he doesn’t care. It has been more than a month.”
More than a month? No. This couldn’t be true.
More than a month and Alessio still hadn’t come.
He doesn’t care about you.
He isn’t coming for you.
Alberto’s words rang through my eyes, and the tears blinded me.
What if I was holding on to a hope that wasn’t even there?
“You are a ghost, love,” he whispered before dragging my body away from the door. He dragged me by my hair and pushed me onto the bed until I was face down. I didn’t fight him.
My body had given up as I slowly started to lose consciousness, the pain unbearable.
Alberto mounted my body, and as he slammed into me, I didn’t make a noise. No sound at all. I thought about Alessio.
As he drove into me faster, Alberto taunted me in my ears.
But I didn’t listen.
As I sank deeper in oblivion, I only thought about Alessio. My Alessio. My savior.
You’re my Angel.
His voice was a mere whisper in my head, but I heard it. It was the only thing keeping me sane. Keeping me alive.
I lived for him.
Because I knew he was coming for me.
Where are you, Alessio?
Chapter 36
Alessio
2 weeks later
I stared at the pictures in my hand. Stared at them longer than I should have.
The pictures were shaking only because my hands were trembling. Anger had been a constant emotion inside of me since Ayla had been taken away. I lived on the anger inside of me. It kept me going. It kept me grounded enough to find my Angel.
But now, I was raging. There’s a big difference between anger and fury. Anger was enough to make someone go insane. But fury, it made people psychotic.
And that was exactly how I felt.
I was past making sense. I no longer felt anything except deep loathing and fury. Nothing else mattered. The little humanity left inside of me was gone the instant I laid eyes on the photos in my hands.
Fury boiled inside of me as I imagined the multiple ways to mutilate Alberto’s body.
My fingers tightened on the pictures until they crumbled in my fist. Closing my eyes, I threw the photo across the room, not caring where it landed. I just needed it out of my sight.
My jaw ground with the effort to keep myself under control.
Ayla’s face flashed behind my closed lids, and my body tightened as a wave of pain coursed through me. Under the layers of fury, my heart was aching.
It ached so much I was suffocating under the pressure.
But the pain was nothing compared to what Ayla was going through. The thought was enough to drive me insane.
Through my rage, I heard the door open. My eyes snapped open, making contact with Viktor’s as he stepped into my office.
He stopped in front of the door, his eyes moving to his feet. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he bent down.
Viktor grabbed the photo firmly in his hands and stared at it. I knew what he was seeing.
The image of Ayla bare, her legs spread, her eyes frightened, filled with tears was forever etched in my memory.
A second passed. And then another. A full minute passed before Viktor finally reacted.
His face was red with anger. “What is this?” he growled.
“Alberto sent us a gift,” I replied numbly, my voice a little hoarse from built-up emotions.
“I’m going to fucking cut his dick off and feed it to him,” Viktor snapped, standing up to his feet.
I sat straight in my chair and leveled him with a glare. “He is mine to kill.”
Taking a step forward, he stopped in front of my desk, his stare unflinching. “You are not the only one who cares about her.”
“He. Is. Mine. To. Kill,” I hissed, getting to my feet.
Viktor shook his head with a sigh. “I will never take that right from you. When we find him, he is yours to kill. But the rest of us will have a hand in it too.”
We stared at each other. No words were spoken. The air around us filled with tension. It grew colder and heavier under our need for revenge.