My Angel

CHAPTER 28: UNSATISFIED REVENGE

Alessio's pov~

     "I tracked every single phone. And still
nothing," Viktor growled as his ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

I was sitting behind my table, my arms
across my chest. Viktor was pacing the room like a caged animal, his anger clearly evident.

Phoenix was sitting on the couch, his head back with his eyes closed. He looked completely worn out.

"I can't fucking believe this. How is it
possible that we haven't found the fucker yet?"
Viktor continued.

Phoenix mumbled, "He is good. He is very good. The fucking bastard knows how to stay hidden."

I had to agree with that. My men had been looking for the traitor for a few days now. I had the best trackers and yet, nothing.

Moving my head left and right, I tried to
ease the tense muscles there. I rubbed my forehead in frustration and leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table.

"You are right. He is definitely good. But he can't stay hidden forever," I said.

"But the longer we take to find him, the
more damage he is causing!" Viktor retorted.

"We will find him." Even though I appeared calm, I was anything but calm.

The anger coursing inside was indescribable. I was going to make him pay. Severely. Bloodily. He was lucky that I hadn't found him yet. He got an extra few days to live.

Phoenix opened his eyes and stared at me. His lips parted and he was about to say something but the door banged open and Nikolay came rushing in.

He was panting, his eyes wide with shock and his face twisted angrily. Everyone stared at him in surprise, including me.

Pushing my chair away, I stood up. That was the first time I ever saw Nikolay so tense. His chest heaved with each breath he took.
Sweat formed on his red face, veins bulging in his forehead and neck.

"He is dead. The motherfucker is dead," he snarled through his gasps of breath.
My forehead creased in confusion and I
cocked my head to the side in question.

Nikolay swallowed hard before answering my unvoiced questions.
And his answer was like a gunshot right
through my heart.

"Alfredo is dead."

"What. did. you. say?" I asked, punctuating each word carefully.

"Alfredo is dead."

"Fuck," Viktor growled.
Rage built like deep water currets inside
of me. It came out faster than magma but just as destructive. My body was vibrating with it.
Alfredo was dead.

He was dead and it was not me who had
killed him.
I didn't get my vengeance
I felt empty as the rage consumed me.

My skin was scorching and I grew hotter until it felt like I was suffocating. My vision blurred with my fury and all I saw was my mother's lifeless eyes.

Muscles tensing, neck stiffening and back stretching, I roared, "Damn it!"
I leaned forward and pushed everything off.the table, shards of glass flying everywhere. I.kicked my chair against the wall and paced.

I was supposed to take his life! His blood should've been on my hands! I had to avenge my mother.

But now...
Every muscle in my body was twitching,
itching, and on fire.
My hands tightened in fists, so hard, so
tight that my knuckles started to hurt and my.hands slowly went numb. I gripped my hair and.pulled.