Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 26 part I

ALESSIO

I went back to the hospital when my mother was standing outside and crying. My heartbeat spiked up when I skidded towards her.

"What happened-"

"She gave birth."

I properly had a look at her face when I noticed that they were actually happy tears. She was smiling widely and was crying when this confused me even more, "So why are you crying?"

"Because she is the cutest!"

I squinted my brows, "Not the first time you saw sister to call her cute, but okay."

Mum hit my shoulder, "Idiot. The little one."

My fucking eyes widened when I kind of shrieked, "It's a girlllll?"

Mama enthusiastically nodded when I laughed and hugged her. This was amazing news, so fucking amazing. We were still holding onto each other when Salvatore, sister's husband came outside. Our eyes locked onto each other, both of our jaws hardening upon the other's sight when we nodded at each other.

He looked at mama, "You can come and meet her."

Mother nodded and started walking when I followed her. Before I could enter, Salvatore wrapped his hand around my wrist and gritted his teeth, "Don't you dare-"

I wrapped my free hand around his throat and applied pressure to it, "She's my sister, you fucking prick."

He glared at me, "That makes me worry more."

"Not everyone is as sick as you."

"When you didn't even spare your dad, then-" I pushed him harshly against the wall and tightened my hand around his throat.

"Stay in your fucking limits, you-"

"ALESSIO!" Cassio's voice came from behind when I tightened my grip around his throat. Cassio immediately pulled me back as Salvatore massaged his neck and coughed to get some breath. I was breathing harshly when Cassio took me to the side and scolded me in a heated breath, "That's your brother-in-law-"

"Who just fucking accused me of having the balls to take a gun out and shooting my sister-"

"Well, you did shoot your dad-"

"My sister who just gave fucking birth."

Cassio got silent when I was glaring into his eyes. What the fuck was the problem with everyone lately? Or was it just me? Was I the fucking problem leading to all of this mess or was it the Bratvas who initially killed my first wife?

I ran a hand through my hair when turning around, I walked into my sister's room. She was lying on the bed, half drained out and face pale as ever as she held a baby. I immediately walked over to her, a fake smile dominating my face as pain hid behind it's features, painfully stretching over every piece of skin that I had when bending low, I pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. She chuckled and held onto my arm when I backed away a bit and looked at her.

She looked like such a beautiful human being when I removed some hair strands sticking to her forehead, "You are sweating."

"Well, I just pushed a giant ass nutmeg out of my vagina, what do you think I would be doing here? Pole dancing?"

We both laughed when I dug my hands into my pockets to dig out a handkerchief. Upon not finding any, I pulled my shirt out of my belt, raised it a bit, moved forwards towards her and swiped it across her forehead, collecting all the sweat and removing it from her forehead. She chuckled, "You are cute."

"No, your little ones are."

After removing the sweat off of her forehead, I placed both hands on either side of her and just looked at her. We siblings looked at each other when my eyes moistened and so did hers. We both had no idea when we both started crying but all I remember was whispering to her as I rubbed a thumb over her forehead, "You look like a beautiful mother. Truly angelic."

She sniffled when I removed her tears from her face and whispered again, "Why are you crying?"

She held her arms out, motioning for Salvatore to come and pick the baby up and that is when I noticed her. Cute, pink round cheeks, round nose, pouty lips, a cute forehead, small hands, small feet, a small stomach resembling a burger and extremely short legs. She was the cutest and the healthiest baby that I had ever seen, pouting all the way as she was transferred from her mother's arms to her father's. I didn't even look at Salvatore once because that little one constantly had my attention and I didn't mind once.

I remember looking the same way as to when Lily was born and now her.

Salvatore carried the baby away and my mother followed him when my attention turned back to my sister. I sat on the bed, scooted closer to her, and bent over her a bit, laying my head in the crook of her neck when she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer to her. I felt the rapid beating of her heart against my chest when I just stayed with her. Her shoulders shook from the crying when I sat up and looked at her.

She was a beautiful woman, was the most loved kid, had a husband who loved her to death, had two beautiful kids....then why was she crying? What was disturbing her so much?

I removed the strands of hair from her face and whispered, "Talk to me, what is going on?"

She hicupped, "Al-alessio....."

I bent forward and kissed her nose, "Hmm?"

She opened her mouth several times but didn't say anything when I looked into her eyes, "I would burn myself for you. Tell me, what do you want so bad that you are crying? I'll get it for you. What is making you cry? What?"

And she whispered as more tears flew down her cheeks, "You. You make me cry. You make me upset."

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