Soren Bianchi [+18]

25. Avenge Her

SOREN BIANCHI

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I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel, how to feel, how to react. I had all of these emotions bubbling inside, pure, white-hot anger.

The need, the want to destroy, to kill every single living being that has harmed my Aurora.

Ethan Delores was at the top of my list. After Aurora had mentioned him to me, I had Giovanni trace him. I knew everything I needed to know about him.

I knew the kind of end he deserved. The pain and suffering he was to endure.

He would feel every single hurt that my Aurora was feeling, a million times more. I wanted to see his flesh melt from his skin. I wanted to bask in his cries of agony.

When I saw her, I broke. How could someone be so cruel to do that to someone? How could someone ever hurt her?

I sat still, as Aurora fell asleep on my lap. She looked exhausted, hurt, and scared. I didn't know what to do.

All I knew was that she couldn't stay here any longer.

I pulled out my phone and dialled Giovanni.

"Sì, Capo?" He answered.

"I need you and some of the guys to come to Aurora's house."

"Okay, why?" He questioned.

"La trasferisco a casa mia," (I'm moving her into my house.)

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I was enraged, livid, fucking angry. The urge to kill was at the cusp of my hands.

I tucked Aurora into bed. While the guys were still busy packing away her things. I decided to bring her home and have her sleep.

My house felt different when she wasn't around. But now that she was there, it felt like a home.

My home, our home.

Before leaving, I kissed Aurora's forehead, causing her to stir in her sleep.

"Where are you going?" She mumbled, reaching her arms out to me.

I lowered myself, allowing her to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a hug.

"I just have some stuff to do, Amore," I said to her.

She let out a murmured noise, before turning over and pulling the blanket over her shoulder. She was dead asleep. She needed to rest.

I entered my closet, going to the far-end drawers to retrieve my black leather gloves. I tucked my gun in the waistband of my pants.

That Son of a Bitch was going to suffer today. I was going to make sure of it. Grabbing a car key off the hook, I went down into my garage.

I opted for an SUV, I needed a car trunk big enough to fit a body.

I wasn't thinking straight. The only thing on my mind was Aurora. The bruises on her body, the pain on her face, the tears in her eyes, the trauma and the hurt.