The Mafia And His Angel, Part 3 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 17

 

 

Alberto

 

She really thought she could escape.

How naïve of her. Stupid even. I thought she had learned her lesson from way before, and even now—but it looked like she still had so much to learn.

Too bad I had reached my limit. I was no longer patient. She tested me every day. Every time she escaped. Every time she uttered his name.

Ayla was mine. Even if she didn’t want to be. It wasn’t her choice. It was never her choice.

Only because she didn’t have a choice.

How much do I have to break her until she finally understands?

I thought I had her bent to my will. She was mine. No other man would touch her.

But I had clearly assessed her wrong. That was my first mistake.

Since the first time I saw her, it was only Ayla and me. But then Alessio came and fucked everything up.

If it wasn’t for him, Ayla would have still been mine.

From my place in the shadows, I watched them. I watched him hold her, his arms around my woman.

I watched her smile—laugh with him.

My fingers tightened around my gun. Fury rolled off me in heavy waves.

This was the end.

It was time for their end.

My eyes moved to Ayla’s round stomach. His baby. Not mine. Every time I looked at her, it served as a reminder.

He touched her.

I should have gotten rid of it when I had a chance.

At the thought, my lips turned up in a small smile. It didn’t matter anymore. I would get rid of it now.

I would take everything from her until she had nothing left. Until she would have no other choice but to fall back at my feet.

I watched them.

When he kissed her, I rubbed my finger over the trigger. I was itching to pull it. To end their lives.

That would be too easy.

I wanted to see the fear in their eyes. In Alessio’s eyes. I wanted to see him helpless.

He had taken everything from me.

And I was going to return the same favor. After all, payback is a bitch.

With my fingers wrapped firmly around the gun, I walked out of the shadows.

“Such a sweet moment. I almost feel bad for interrupting.”

I laughed when they swiveled around to face me. The surprise in Alessio’s face was almost comical.

But he wasn’t my target.

My target was the woman hiding behind his back.

When she came into view, I smiled. This was it, love.

Ayla didn’t realize what I wanted, I got. It didn’t matter if I had to take it by force; in the end, I always got what I wanted.

She wasn’t any different.

Pointing the gun at Ayla, I stared at her. I saw the fear and panic. It didn’t faze me.

I was going to drag her to hell with me.

She would be mine in the end.