Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 65

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AVELINA

Alessio strode towards me when he scooted down and quickly pulled my underwear and my pants up. I was still unresponsive as I kept looking at him. Two years. He came back after two years and God, did I miss him. Did I fucking miss him so much.

He buttoned my pants when still not making eye contact with me, he slid his hand inside his pocket and took out his phone. He called someone when he spoke, his voice so much darker and deeper than from two years ago, so fucking thunderous, "Nikolai. In the barn."

A few seconds might have passed when the door was thrown off its hinges as Nikolai barged inside. Alessio pointed his chin at the men when Nikolai and the others came and grabbed them, taking them with them. Nikolai stood next to Alessio, his eyes never meeting my lying body even though it was all covered when he addressed Alessio, "The helmets were delivered to your family amidst the fight."

Alessio nodded, "I know. Hold the prisoners and take them to my home, chain them to the basement and move the bar of torture till level two. You already know what level two holds. To get it till level sixteen, is my duty. I'll be coming with my wife, first I need to take care of her and ensure maximum security around her." My heart stuttered as he called me his wife when Nikolai nodded and lowered his head, "Boss."

He left and those two men were still being dragged down when Alessio turned to me, his eyes still not meeting mine when he bent low to grab me in his arms. But before he could, his eyes zeroed in on something when he roared to the men leaving, anger laced in his voice as clear as hell, "STOP!"

The men came to a halt when Alessio inspected my body. He took a few seconds to scan me through and through when his body shook with rage. He was practically shaking when he turned around and seethed out, my own body shivering as he spoke, "Your men shot my girl three times. You. Will. Pay. For. Every. Fucking. Bullet that pierced her skin. You will shed three times more the blood than my girl shed."

They whimpered when Alessio chuckled, "Don't fucking take the Romanno's light. You take a family member from my own house and think I wouldn't come back? I, one hundred damn percent, would. Till you were busy fighting my girl, my brother, my father and my uncle here, and too busy in resting in the fact that I was off the grid, I made sure to leave my sign behind. Go back to your home and see it in ruins. Go back to your house and fucking see your own people swearing allegiance to the Italian Mafia. Go fucking back home and see your female members chained to the ground. They wouldn't be raped like you tried to do with my girl, but they sure will see their loved ones get tortured till they lose their fucking minds. LEAVE!"

They were carried out when Alessio breathed deeply. He turned back to me, his eyes never meeting mine when this hurt me. Why did he always avoid eye contact with me? Was he still ashamed? Didn't he let go?

He took his shirt out of his belt and tore a long piece. Wrapping it around the wound in my leg to stop some of the bleeding, he did with the other wounds too, slowly moving to my arm. When half a shirt looked ridiculous on him, he slid off his suit coat, opened the buttons to his shirt, still not looking at me or saying anything, when he slid his shirt off his chest, my eyes zeroing on his naked chest and I was sure my stupid mouth gasped.

My heart beat sped up when believe it or not, my pussy developed a heartbeat then. I felt it clenching and unclenching as I took in the muscles and abs of my husband. They were so fucking perfect and in perfect shape that it was difficult not to ogle at them. He had an eight pack ab, blocks and blocks of muscles equally designed there, his shoulder muscles so fucking huge and so fucking much in shape that I wanted to wrap my arms around him and keep him close.