My Angel

CHAPTER 15: WEAKNESS

Alessio's pov~

"Boss, we got her in her basement"
Phoenix said breathlessly through the phone. I felt the side of my lips tilt upward at the news.

Let's see if you can run away from the truth now, kitten.
"I'm coming," I snapped and then hung up.

Throwing on my suit jacket, I fixed my tie and then opened my drawer to take out my black leather gloves.
I always wore them when we had a
problem in the basement, just in case I had to get my hands dirty.

Closing the drawer with a bang, I swiftly
walked out of my office. Each step I took, I let the anger inside of me build again. It consumed me, and all I saw was red for my betrayer.

My blood roared in my temples and I could feel the veins throbbing. I grasped on the fierce rage inside me and pulled, hard.

My body tensed, my muscles locking as I
stomped through the dark coridor. The cold air crackled with my hot fury, and only my footsteps sounded off the walls as the frigid atmosphere became deadly.

It sang to me and my body fed on the scent of death. I wanted to squeeze the life out of someone. I wanted to see the life leaving my traitor's eyes until there was nothing left, just another corpse.

The monster inside of me was raging,
begging to be unleashed. I had kept him in for too long and it was time to let him free. And so I did.

As I drew closer to the door, I saw Phoenix and Artur. I pushed the black wooden door open with such force that it banged hard against the wall.

Inside, Ayla had been strapped to the
wooden chair. She was folded into herself, sobbing and begging to be released.

Her eyes widened at the sight of me and she cowered, terrified.

My monster laughed and fed on it. He
wanted more. Keeping my eyes fixed on the frightened.kitten, I walked straight up to her, stopping only an inch from her chair. I bent down until we were eye level and she whimpered. Perfect.
Just the way I wanted her.

She flinched and pushed back, trying to
escape from my cold, angry stare. She stared at me for a few seconds, her
mouth gaping as silernt tears streamed down her round, rosy cheeks.

Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and at the sight of her vulnerable face, my heart constricted. Just a little, but it was enough to weaken my resolve

The monster roared, furious at my show of weakness. He clawed inside me and a blinding rage encompassed me again.

There was no room for weakness in my
life. My heart was cold and lifeless, and it had no right to feel. I did not want to feel anything but anger.

I grabbed her chin in my hand, my fingers
digging hard into her cheeks. She moaned in pain and thrashed against my hold.

"Please," she mumbled, her face turning
red.

"Why the fuck are you spying for the
Italian?" I growled, my voice hard.

She stopped struggling for a moment,
seeming surprised, a reaction I hadn't
expected. After a few seconds of silence, she shook her head and then started crying again, whispering no over and over.

"Please no. No. I'm not spying. Please. No. No," she said in a rush, shaking her head left and right, her hair covering her sweaty face in the process.

I expected that answer. Who would be
stupid enough to accept their betrayal? They Would lie until there was nothing left to lie for.

Only when they saw their life flashing before their eyes, just before their last breath left their body, only then would they tell the truth.