Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 6

AVELINA

I was shaken awake by a rough hand when my body pain sky rocketed again. It was hard to even turn around when Alessio's foot came into contact with my bare back, the cold shivering up my spine like ice pricks when I realized that I was sleeping on the floor. And he called himself a gentleman?

I groaned a bit due to pain and also to indicate him that I was up. His voice broke through the air, "I need to head to office, go and prepare breakfast."

He started to go to the bathroom when I held the side of my waist as it was paining me a lot, when I managed to speak, "I-i can't."

He sharply turned around when I whispered, "It pains."

"Not my headache. I didn't marry you for me to work day and night just to stuff food inside that ungrateful mouth of yours or to give you clothes for you to rest in bed all day. Fucking get up and crawl to the kitchen if you have to, but my breakfast needs to be on the table in the next thirty minutes." He was about to close the door when he looked back at me and smirked, "By you. Rita wouldn't help. Dare to not prepare it." and he slammed the door close.

*

Holding the side of my waist as pain ripped through it, I placed his breakfast on the table just as he entered the kitchen. One look at me and then at the food on the table, and a grunt escaped through his lips. I stood there, waiting for this beast to start again when he sat on the head chair and started cutting through the omelette, "An unwashed, dirty, unhygienic woman in the kitchen makes me want to puke my stomach out right on her. Next time, wake up at whatever time suits you but before six, shower, dress properly and then come inside the kitchen. I need my breakfast daily at 630 and not a minute late. Got it?"

I was in too much pain to argue more when I nodded, "Yes."

"And learn something from Rita, I don't usually eat omelette."

My brain burst with anger when I clipped back, "I can't fry men's dead organs in the early morning."

His muscles flexed and his jaw twitched at my outburst when he chuckled and nodded, "Sure. Other men can make my wife sick as loyalty runs in veins. We'll try some of your organs next time, whatever makes you feel better."

Bile build up my throat when I rushed to the nearest sink and threw up. I was throwing up when I heard the sound of a plate crashing and my heart dropped in my chest, my body shuddering. Once I got free and wiped my mouth, I turned around to see Alessio glaring at me, his demeanor extremely mad as hell, veins popping over his forehead, his whole face red as hell when he growled at me, his voice visibly making me shaking, "Have some manners and shame as to not vomit when someone is eating. Stop being a fucking attention seeker or a whore lost on the streets." My heart clenched and felt the coldness at his harsh lines when he threw the napkin on the floor and took large strides past me.

He was about to leave the kitchen when he motioned behind, "Clean all this fucking mess, including you."

*

ALESSIO

I entered the training grounds to see men practicing there when I lit a cigarette and inhaled. It instantly calmed down my lungs when Jao, one of my men came running to me, "The service is in order."

With my eyes on the newbies training, I responded, "Positions?"

"Set."

"Precautions."

"Set."

"Ammo."

"Set."

I shifted my gaze and looked at him with a side-eye, "Strategy?"