Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 4

AVELINA

I reached his house with the driver which was a huge black and grey mansion, the front steps literally shining miles away as we were about to enter through the gates. The driveway was long enough to park more than six to seven limousines back to back, lined with black statues of either horses, men, knives, guns etc etc. The statues were intricately designed and complicatedly looked pleasing to the eye. But?

But the locality of my surrounding and the context of my situation changed how I viewed the statue.

If I would have seen it under any else circumstance? I might have liked it a lot, might have stopped to study it and search upon it. But now, since I was being forced into a marriage that I never wanted to commit in in the first place, knowing what just happened at the wedding, what happened with my parents and the type of man that my husband was? These statues instead of appealing me, terrified me more. It screamed the character of Alessio and that alone petrified me more. Dark exterior, thunderous nature with hands full of spears, gun, knives and heart tainted with God knows how many people's bloods.

One look at these statues and they seemed to doom over me, seemed to have grown a voice which was taunting me, laughing at my state and promising a painful future that was inevitable, unavoidable. We kept moving through the driveway when I noticed that there was hardly any greenery around. One could see snipers stationed everywhere, from the ground to the roof, their guns constantly pointing downwards when I shivered. I shivered just at the sight of it, imagine what type of a visual my overthinking mind created, troubling me to the core.

I gulped and dread filled my veins thinking as to what the hell had I gotten myself into? I could have committed suicide and this wouldn't have happened to me. He, alone was quite intimidating, but his house? It just scared me more. He, clearly wasn't a decent human being and I clearly wasn't the type to suddenly be a wife, that too, for a mafia boss's. A cruel mafia boss who, if could humiliate his wife in front of literally his own men, could humiliate me anywhere not thinking about any respect attached to my body.

He was the type to slowly peel off layer after layer of respect from every patch of skin on me in front of others, with my hands chained to the walls behind me so that I would stand naked in front of everyone while my husband would present me as an image to be laughed upon and made fun of. Decent? The words didn't even cross his path. Man? I doubt he could be called a man since decent men don't do this.

The driver drove the car towards the garage and parked there which confused me. Couldn't he simply drop me in front of the house knowing I was in my black-designed wedding dress, and clearly seeing that the garage was quite far.

He stopped the engine and grunted at me, "Boss instructed to make you walk. Those legs need practice."

Heat creeped up my cheeks and I just opened the door and got out as soon as possible, because this? This was creeping the hell out of me. I don't know about others but I could take this into the light of slight harassment and I didn't like one bit of it. Alessio should have felt ashamed of himself for dictating these lines to his guards and asking them to use them in front of me, sending messages like an owl between my husband and I. He should be bloody ashamed of himself.

I gathered my black wedding dress in my hands and just speed-walked towards the entrance. Ignoring the armed men that stood there, I made my way up knowing that they wouldn't fire at me. If they could? They'd be doing me a favour but what did my (s) dear husband say? I vow to make you feel blood, flesh and pain everyday. I vow to make your fucking life a living, rotting hell and you would crawl on your fucking fours and still get nowhere. You would try to find many escape routes, all ending with barriers and promises to take a vial full of the nasty blood that you carry. I promise to make you cry daily, to make you regret everything daily. So obviously killing me would deprive Alessio for this aim and hence? I knew that he wouldn't fire at me.