Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 8 part II

ALESSIO

I knocked on the door awaiting permission when father's voice boomed from the other end, the only man I was still afraid of, "Come in!"

Trying to control my rapid heartbeat and keeping it at bay, I opened the door to see him sitting not on his usual seat behind his desk, but on the sofa at the other end of the room with mother cuddled into his chest. My heart warmed at the sight of them as the only true loving couple that I had ever seen till date was them.

Mum immediately got up and came to me, when spreading her arms, she hugged me. I hugged her back and kissed her cheek when I timidly walked up to my father. Yes, I was a cold and powerful man in front of others, but when it came to my father? Nobody could make me fear anyone more than I feared him. I stood in front of him when he looked at me, anger swirling in his eyes, piercing through every limb in my body when he scratched his chin, "You better grab the chair, bring it here and sit."

I did as commanded when mother came and sat next to father, again curling her legs inwards and resting her head on his shoulder, her intertwined hands on his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head when my heart felt a sting. A sting that I had tried to suppress so long ago, a sting, that hurt, that ache........ that was the cause of my horrific downfall six years ago.

That same position, that same love, that same warmth that mother and father were giving each other and soaking from the other? I had it. I fucking had it and she was the best part of my life. The only reason that I was living.......... until the Bratvas killed her. I remember holding her dead body in my arms as blood leaked out of her body as she lay motionless in front of me. The snipers had shot three bullets at her. One at her head, one at her heart and the third at her stomach.

I remember cuddling her motionless figure in my arm as she was already gone, the blood seeping out of her and camouflaging with my clothes as I held my darling in my arms as I wept. As I fucking wept and pleaded for her to come back as I was in love with her. I fucking loved her and would have done anything for her.

I remember glancing at her swollen stomach only for the doctors to confirm there and then that we had lost the baby. Both the baby and the mother. It was traumatic. Fucking traumatic to hold my bride in my arms, her white dress looking so magnificently royal and beautiful on her, that baby bump looking so fucking perfect and just the right thing for us, as she breathed her last in my arms and passed away.

We were having a baby girl and my wife was shot dead by the Bratvas the day we got married. We had just left the church, I hadn't even consummated my marriage, marking her as mine and only fucking mine when they killed her.

Julliana Alessio Antoniansaz.

My Julie.

My woman.

They killed her, they killed our little baby, snatched her from my hands only for me to lose myself in such a bad and horrific way that the result which turned out was me, the me right now that even I hated the most. They left me to bury my late pregnant wife and the daughter that she was carrying for me into the grounds and I let the horrors of that sink in, letting me feel every inch of pain that licked my insides.

And as for Avelina?

She was beautiful. She was fucking beautiful and fucking sweet. But why was I with her the way I was, was because of my satanic well being. Dependant variable. Love factor. Emotional dependency. I didn't want any because having any caused me my entire mental health. Look where it got me. So when it came with Avelina? I wanted to hate her as much as I could, wanted to make her feel pain as much as I could and as much as she could take. Wanted her to hate me for the rest of my life which would make our relationship much easier since nobody would have feelings for the other, no one would seek love or any sort of support from each other and nobody would even care if the other person is dead or alive.

Because in that way, even if she fucking dies? It wouldn't kill me. Wouldn't kill me as much as my Julie going away did. Wouldn't make me go off-balance over my feet, making me lose my fucking senses.

Avelina was beautiful, smart, sensitive and a fucking amazing cook. That omellete was no doubt the most delicious that I had ever eaten but then again....... feelings. I was fucking scared of them as they fucking ruined you to ashes and pieces, and burning? Burning was always an irreversible reaction. I burned once and marginally escaped, burning twice would even remove my ashes for ever.

I again looked at the way my father and mother were together, holding each other, relying on each other, daily sleeping next to each other and finding themselves in a state of calmness and peace. I watched how mother would look up into her husband's eyes, the way her eyes would gleam at him and the way his would light up a million times more just by seeing his wife? I wanted that. I wanted to have that feeling that he daily experienced, that sudden softening of the heart when he would see his wife smiling, the way his heart would skip a beat to see her giggle at a lame joke that he didn't find funny at all.

I wanted to see him place out his hand for her to hold and for him to twirl her around and catch her before she could even stumble. And yes, that is my father. He wouldn't let my mother stumble, let alone fall. The biggest pillar of support that she could ever get.

I would see how mother would cling to him, kiss his chest as he would kiss her forehead. Yes, my mother's height was small compared to that of my father's. The top of her head came to his chest and all he could do was chuckle and just kiss her. Fucking sweet. I would sometimes stay here the night when I would have some conference here as my home is many hours a drive away from father's, so mother would force me to stay the night here and father would just glare at me more to just fucking obey only for his wife to be happy.

I would see him in the kitchen making soup for her which she loved the most, I would see her, as literally the wife of the capo, sitting on the stool, her hands under her chin, legs swinging as she would dreamily look at her husband and they both would talk for endless hours at night. I would see him feeding her soup as she would just pinch his cheeks now and then, giggle sometimes and just laugh that one laugh that would melt my father's heart like no other.

Even us as babies didn't make him melt as much as mother's signature laugh did.

I would watch him sit with her on the sofa as they would watch a movie and that is saying a lot since father hates movies. He completely loathes it but does anything for his wife, just like mother would tolerate his sometimes bitchy attitude after work calling it a "period-wave." And that would make him more mad for mother installing ovaries into him.

I would watch her sleep while watching the movie and how he would gradually lower the volume, shut the tv off, show a middle finger to the screen and as slowly as possible, he would scoop her little frame in his arms, kiss her forehead and just stand there for a few seconds, admiring her beauty, a smile taking over his face as calmness would spread through his heart looking at her and feeling blessed.

I could fucking feel all these feelings, and could depict all these emotions because these was exactly what I went through with Julliana. The fucking exact. I had it, I fucking had all of this till it was ripped away by ferocious blood-thirsty animals.

Only the difference? Instead of soup, I would make steak for her and she would bake brownies for me with extra sugar to make sure I passed out and took a day off from work. Very lethal, yes, but then she would end up countering the sugar content in my body and how did that woman do it? Ask her, she's in the grave now.

I was staring at my mother's hands on my father's chest and his hand rubbing the side of her body when dad broke my chain of thoughts, "Alessio?"

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*DRUM ROLLSSSSSSSS and now stops* So............... *whispers* how was it? How was the secret? Did you see it coming? What was your reaction?

I thought teasers might help but I think let the story go on without teasers, I want you to feel the chapter more. Wherever I feel like a teaser would help? I'll post. But until then? Stay happy and healthy. Peace!!!

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