Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 15

AVELINA

I held my chin as he had practically dug his nails into it when I felt my fingers getting wet. I pulled them back to see blood collecting on them when my heart beat raced. I always hated blood and always did not have a good time even thinking about it. Usually when I would get hurt in childhood and blood would spill out, I would have such panic attacks that I would mostly pass out. My mother was the one who would take care of me and help me get through it.

Staring at the blood, my heart beat accelerated when I wanted to barge inside the bathroom and clean my hands and chin, but not wanting to face him was another thing. So I quickly scanned the room and my eyes landed on the bedsheet. Yes, a very kiddish thing to do but there was no other option. I ran to the bedsheet and started cleaning myself when the blood just made me want to throw up. Imagine how I survived my periods.

I had just gotten up when there was a knock on the door. Going towards it, I opened it to only see Rita standing outside, anger masking her expression when she thrust a tray my way. A tray full of food.

I looked at her, "For Alessio?"

"You don't need to take care of him, I will. He ordered to send these here."

I just took the tray and backed away so that I could do the next thing planned. As soon as she was about to leave, I spoke, "Understandable. Mistresses take care of the people they end up sucking." and hitting my foot against the door, I slammed it in her face. Stupid, egotistical bitch.

And by these sudden mood swings, I knew my period was close.

I set the tray on the bed when Alessio came out of the bathroom, "Do I even need to teach you how to use a door? Will you pay the price for it if it breaks? By offering your body to other men for one night? In other scenarios, I would have allowed but being my mistake, obviously I wouldn't as I care for my image, not your goddamn respect. That is none of my business."

My throat dried up as I let his words sink in and settle within me. Before he said these words was when his appearance had fixed me into a daze. He was shirtless with his abs flexing out. His chest was perfectly dissected into 8 abs, all neat, clean and shiny on display. He was wearing grey sweatpants hanging low over his waist, the tip of his black underwear peeking through it. Triple set of muscles coated his arms, them bulging with every breath that he took, his veins manifesting their appearance to be clearly seen. One could see tattoos over a part of his body, right above his veins making him look like a delicate painting of an intricate art, like a Greek statue in art museums.

He had an extremely sharp chin, sharp enough to cut through glass as a cutter rips apart paper. His eyes held a beautiful shade of stormy grey irises with a tinge of sea-green making anyone fall for those set of eyes only. He had a perfect nose, perfect lips and the hardest stature that I had ever seen. And upon looking at his face was when some weird sight caught my eye because seeing a mafia guy shaving? Was something different. There was shaving cream all around his mouth and chin which, not going to lie, made him look sexy. If he wasn't such an asshole, I would have fallen for him romantically.

"If you are done drooling like a lost dog, answer my question."

I immediately composed myself, "No. I know how to close a door, it was just the air pressure."

"Stop fucking around with me. No windows are open on either sides, so shut it." and with that, he went inside. I sat on the bed when the sight and smell of freshly made waffles with nutella syrup and ice cream made my stomach growl. This isn't dinner usually but this looked so effing great.

Setting it aside since I didn't know why he had asked for this, I took the spare sheet, placed my cushion on the floor and laid down. Curling into a ball, I covered my body with the sheet and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to take over.