Spicy Dolcezza!

Chapter 35: Broken Promises - Second Chances

(Mature Language 18+)

** 1 1/2 MONTHS BACK **

"Be ready and meet me here in 5 minutes. We will leave immediately and we won't be taking the bodyguards with us for Cici's sake. Do you get it?" Alexander ordered in a stern tone maintaining a tough eye contact with his son who nodded his head knowing what must be going on in his father's mind.

"Yes dad, I got it and we will be here in 5 minutes. We will finish them off and bring Cici back home." Xander replied back passing a quick look at his brother-in-law who was still staring at Cici's painful pictures.

"What are you saying Alexander? We can't..." Cynthia said in a broken tone trying to point out the fact that, it was a bad decision not to take bodyguards with them but one pointed look from her husband, her voice died in her throat.

"It's not up for discussion Cynthia. We have no time and we need to act fast. I am going to get 'our' daughter home." Alexander's voice boomed in the dining hall while he made his way towards the staircase in crisp steps without even sparing them all a second glance.

She knew he was way beyond the term 'angry' and hell was about to break down. And, why not?

His daughter was kept as a prisoner this long under the cover 'death' and now learning it was all some sick perverted revenge game, she knew he was going to make those animals pay for all the pain their daughter went through.

Passing a tearful concerned look at Xander she followed her husband not before running her fingers in Erasto's hair and whispering, "Cici will be back sweetheart!"

Xander knew what must be going on in Erasto's mind. He knew once he was out of this initial shock he would be the first one to blow all those men who went this far to play such a dirty game with them.

They didn't have time to sit and make plans. They all knew they had to go with the flow. So, without any delay, he rose up from his seat and made his way towards their room leaving behind an extremely angry, hurt and shaken man still sitting there seeing his wife's painful pictures.

Erasto was way beyond the term 'shook'. While his entire world stopped in just a flip of a second, he was hit by thousand bricks straight on his face all at once. He could feel the ground under his feet slipping away while he sat there like a rock with confusion and shock etched on his handsome face. His whole being; every single part of his was shook and clueless.

What was his heart supposed to do?

Gallop like a crazy happy horse learning the little truth that his wife is alive or shatter into zillion pieces seeing her in such a vulnerable state?

What was his soul supposed to do?

Rejoice merrily seeing the love of his life alive or die all over again witnessing what kind of helpless state his strong and feisty wife was?

All in all; what was 'he' supposed to do?

Smile, laugh, sing and dance around for her being alive or cry, worry and agonise seeing her all beaten, bruised, and caged by someone all this time?

Sure he was; 'happy' to learn that she is alive, 'sad' to see her in such a vulnerable state, but instead of sticking to these two emotions, he relied on the third one.

As seconds ticked into minutes, his vision turned blur, his fingers balled into fists and his jaw clenched in pure 'anger' feeling the pain his wife went through all these 2 years because of those b******!

He was going to make them pay for their 2 years of pain, 2 years of agony, 2 years of sadness, 2 years of hurt and most of all 2 years of torture!!