My Angel

CHAPTER 17: WHAT'S SHE DOING TO ME

Alberto's pov~

"We haven't found her yet."
"Fuck!" I roared before throwing my phone across the room.
Pushing my chair away from my desk, I
stood up and paced my office.

That bitch. One week. One week since she fucking escaped. One week since she tricked everyone and left. And all this time, I had been looking for her. I had dozens of men looking for her. Day
and night. But no one found her yet.

Where the fuck could she be?
Punching the wall in rage, I felt my control slowly snapping. She would pay for leaving me.

She was mine, only mine.
She belonged to me. Her place was in my bed, with her legs spread, waiting for me.

Since she was seven, her fate had been
entwined with mine. When I saw her for the first time, I knew I had to have her. She was meant for me.

But she left.
And I would make her bleed for leaving me. She would regret ever stepping a
foot outside my estate.

When the door opened, I swiveled around to see Alfredo coming in.
"Have they found her yet?" he asked.
I shook my head, leaning back against the wall, watching him pace.

"Where could she be? How is it possible
that none of our men have found her yet? They are the best trackers we have," he growled, raking his hand through his hair.

"I don't know," I said through gritted teeth. I was getting tired of the old man questioning me all the time.
Taking a step forward, Alfredo sent me a
piercing glare.

"She was in your care! And I come back to find my daughter gone? I am rethinking your position as my second in command, Alberto.

So you better fucking find her, and soon!" He stalked out of the room and closed the door behind him with a bang.

That fucking old man. I was done with his bullshit. Second in command. I huffed at his words and let out a harsh laugh. I was the motherfucking boss.

"Your time is done, Alfredo," I hissed,
glaring at the closed door As I turned toward the window, I caught a glimpse of Ayla's photo on my desk.

She was wearing a black gown and I had my arms wrapped around her waist. Her smile stiff as always. Her eyes empty and soulless.

You better hope that I don't find you
Because when I do, you will regret ever being born.
                       
                            ******

Alessio's pov~

     Viktor walked beside me as we headed for my office.
"Are we still on for the clubs" check-up
tonight?" he asked.

I half-grunted in reply, nodding my head.
When we arrived, Artur, Phoenix, and
Nikolay were already waiting. They stood up at the sight of me and nodded in greeting.

They waited for me to sit down first and then took their respective seats.
"Alberto sent us another warning,"I
announced.

"He's going after another club, and he doesn't care who he kills along the way. He wants the whorehouse as his. I want at least a dozen men there, protecting the place."

They said nothing, focused on me as I
spoke, my voice ringing with authority.
Nikolay nodded. "l take care of it."

"The fucking Italians are not backing down. I think we have stayed silent for too long,"
Phoenix added through gritted teeth, his eyes crackling with anger.

I sat back in my chair and crossed my right ankle over my left knee. Leveling Phoenix with a glare, I spoke smoothly.

My voice was slow and quiet, edged with threat. "The Italians can try as much as they want, but they aren't going to bring my empire down." I let out a harsh
laugh.