Chapter 31 Alessio
ALESSIO
Ieyed Santino De Santis wearily as he sat next to Constantino in his room. Coming back to Teo’s estate to find the two plotting several murders was certainly a surprise, but Teo seemed to have a new spark lit inside him.
He seemed… excited.
So I joined in, Klaus with us, as we went over ideas.
And now, I sat in a chair nearby in Constantino’s—Evan’s—room as he visited with his father.
“Do you want something to eat?” Santino asked Evan.
“Uh, maybe in a bit,” he answered.
“I have nothing planned for this evening. We can catch the game tonight.”
Evan was quiet for a moment. “No offense, Dad, but I think I’d like to skip it for tonight. The game.”
Santino nodded, a pained look on his face.
I understood it, though. I’d been in here plenty of times, watching as Evan tried to force himself to watch the games.
He’d made it a decent way into one before he just turned it off and stared at a wall.
Having his dreams torn away from him hurt, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t break my heart.
Even if he weren’t “dead”, he’d likely never be able to play the way he once did since his shoulder had been practically pulled free from his body.
Matteo had a surgeon repair it, but we all knew from the look on the man’s face that Evan would struggle with the fact that his football career was over.
“OK. Maybe a movie then?” Santino pressed.
“Yeah. Yeah, a movie would be good.”
Santino seemed to relax, which was good. I wasn’t a fan of the tension between them. Not that Evan seemed against Santino being there. Quite the opposite. He was overjoyed to see him, and they’d cried while holding one another for a long time.
I rose, deciding I didn’t want to intrude any longer.
Santino looked at me before getting to his feet and following me out.
“Tell Matteo that I will be staying with my son tonight,” Santino said.
I nodded. I expected that, and I was sure Matteo assumed it.
“I will let him know. He is happy to see you.”
Santino nodded. “Alessio, thank you. For saving him.”
I swallowed. “I will be honest. I wasn’t sure he’d live.”
“I know,” Santino said tightly. “But I am grateful you took the chance. These monsters will pay for what they did to my boy. For what they did to Matteo and me.”
“I expect nothing less. You have my gun.”
He eyed me before giving me a nod and backing away. And that was it. He returned to Evan, and I went upstairs. I stopped in Matteo’s office to see that he wasn’t inside. I assumed he was working the Bianca angle, which only gave me apprehension. Klaus was out looking for Rosalie.
We’d been all over this city for days with no news on her. It was as if she vanished into thin air. Alessandro and Klaus were both taking it hard, and I’d barely seen them since they spent all their time searching. I helped where I could and did the things Matteo needed me to do.
He’d given me the evening off after telling me to sit in with Santino and Evan for a bit.
Now, I wandered out to my car, the pull to see Indigo becoming far too strong. All I could think about was her soft kisses and delicate skin. The way she touched me. The way she looked at me.
I breathed out and got into my car before leaving Matteo’s estate.
I drove, forcing myself in the opposite direction of the palace, but I somehow ended up there after hours of aimless driving.
I tossed my keys to the valet and went inside. It was a busy night, and there were hundreds of the rich and overprivileged in the dungeon area, watching sex shows and strippers.
I took my seat that was reserved for the kings and looked around. One of the girls rushed over and brought me my usual.
“Are you here to see Indigo?” she asked.
I blinked at her question. “She does not work on Friday nights.”
“Um, s-she is. She’s in a private room with three new members—”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish. I was on my feet and stalking to the private rooms, my heart in my throat.
Indigo never worked Fridays, and she certainly didn’t fucking work the rooms. She was a bona fide fucking waitress. Nothing more.
“Alessio,” Dean, one of the guards, greeted me as I stormed down the hall. “Do you need a room for the evening—”
“Which room is Indigo in?” I demanded.
“Room seven. Sir, she’s in with new members—”
I rushed forward and kicked in the door to room seven to find my woman on her back, and three men with their cocks out.
I knew them.
Russians.
Lower-level pieces of shit from Ivanov.
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the trigger, killing all three of them as Indigo covered her head and screamed.
I walked past their bodies and leveled my gun at her.
“Why?” I demanded, my voice choked.
She shook, sobbing softly in barely any clothes. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as I moved closer and pressed my gun to the center of her forehead, my hand shaking.
“Why?” I repeated softly.
“K-Kill me,” she rasped. “Please. Kill me.”
I let out a snarl before stuffing my gun away and dragging her up by her throat.
I gave her a shake, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as the music and lights pulsed around us.
“Did they fuck you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shook her again, making her cry out.
“DID THEY FUCK YOU?” I shouted.
“N-No.”
“Did you want them to?”
“Yes,” she whispered, more tears leaking from her brilliant blue eyes.
I let out a snarl and shoved her onto the couch before I pulled out a knife and hacked off one of the men’s cock.
She stared wide-eyed at me as I stalked back to her.
“What are you doing?” she screamed as I pushed her onto her back, the man’s severed dick in my hand.
“Giving you what you fucking wanted,” I said, forcing her legs apart as she tried to fight against me.
“No. No! Alessio! Please!” she cried out, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight me off. I had her pinned and the cock at her entrance.
“I want you! I was hurting. I love you,” she wept. “Alessio. Please. I l-love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do! Please. Please, don’t do this to me.”
My body trembled as I stared down at the mess she was.
“Say it again,” I whispered.
“I love you,” she repeated, her bottom lip quivering. “Please. Don’t. Just… tell me you love me too. I-I need you. So much. Please. Put me out of my misery and tell me. I will do anything in this world for you.”
I let the man’s cock slip from my hand before I was on her, my lips crushed against hers.
She was right.
I hated to admit it because it meant my wife wasn’t the center of my world anymore, but she was gone and had been for many years. No sane man would do what I’d just done.
If I had no feelings, I’d have let the Russians fuck her first before I killed them.
“Did they fuck you?” I whispered against her lips.
“No. Only you. It’s only been you.”
I didn’t give a fuck how much blood we were in or the number of dead bodies around us.
I undid my pants and shoved myself deep into her tight pussy as she cried out, her body arching against mine at the sudden intrusion.
“Tell me,” she said between frantic kisses as I rutted deep inside her hot cunt.
“I love… you,” I said, the words falling from my lips like a breath I’d been holding. “Indigo. I love you.”
She moaned, her lips against mine, her fingers twisted into my hair as she raised her hips to meet my thrusts.
I fucked her hard and fast, the pure pleasure and bliss driving me mad. It was a good thing she was barely wearing anything, because I’d have torn her clothes straight from her body to get inside her.
The sound of our slapping skin and heavy breathing echoed in rhythm to the music.
And then she was coming, her pussy squeezing my cock so hard I had no choice but to groan and shoot my load deep inside her.
I slowed my movements and stared down at her.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” I murmured. “You just make me feel things…”
She cradled my face and stared into my eyes.
“It’s OK to feel things.”
I nodded, my throat tight.
“Let’s go upstairs. You have blood in your hair and on your face.
Let me bathe you, my sweet doll.” I pulled free from her body before removing my suit jacket.
I wrapped it around her after fixing what little clothes she had before lifting her into my arms. I stepped over the bodies and left the room to find Dean and several others standing outside, looking like they were terrified to enter.
“I need a clean-up,” I said. “For three.”
“And Matteo, sir?” Dean asked, glancing to the open door.
“Tell him I killed three Russians who were trying to fuck my woman.”
And that was that.
I took Indigo upstairs and ran her a bath before I got in to wash her.
Love was a hell of a thing.