The Mafia And His Angel, Part 2 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 29

 

 

I swiveled around and stalked back inside. My men followed close behind me.

“Boss, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I thought—” Artur started but then quickly broke off.

I faced him, and he went to his knees, bowing his head, his gun placed in front of him. A posture of submission.

“I have failed you and Ayla. You have every right to take my life.”

Bending down, I took his gun in my hand. “You are right. I can take your life right now. Only because you called my woman a bitch. You made a mistake, but that will be your last mistake.”

I stood up to my full height, but instead of pointing my gun to his head, I gave him an order. “Stand up.”

He stood up, facing me with his head still bowed down. “You have one more chance. Protect Ayla with your life and you will be forgiven.”

I couldn’t condemn him for thinking what any of us would have thought. It was easier to think that Ayla had betrayed us.

But I knew…my Angel would never do such thing.

“Viktor, track her phone,” I ordered. He nodded and took his phone out.

I rubbed a hand tiredly over my face as I looked around the room. “Phoenix, call in the other men. We are leaving as soon as we have Ayla’s location.”

I was still talking when I caught a glimpse of the cake Ayla baked for me the night before. Walking over to the dining table, my chest tightened with an unyielding pressure. All I could see was her sweet smiles. I heard her laughter, her melodious voice. And I felt her soft kisses.

When I reached the table, I froze, my eyes going to the item next to the cake.

I heard Viktor swear behind me before he spoke. “Alessio, her phone—”

I tried to suck in a breath, but I couldn’t breathe. I clenched my fists together as my heart fell. Screaming out in rage, I took Ayla’s phone and threw it at the wall.

Without thinking, I threw the cake too. It splattered against the wall. I couldn’t stop. My anger was fueled further with the thought of my Angel being with Alberto and having no way to find her.

The thought of him hurting Ayla drove me insane.

My vision was covered with a red layer as I seethed. I destroyed everything around me. Nobody stopped me, because they knew I would destroy them too.

My body trembled with the need to kill. I was caught in the bloodlust.

There would be bloodshed. People were going to die, even those who were innocent. There was only death for those who would be in my path.

“This is war,” I growled, my voice as sharp as razors. My chest was heaving, my breathing ragged as I imagined blood around me.

I wanted to watch Alberto’s blood pour out his body as he breathed his last breath. I needed it.

My blood boiled under my skin, fiery with a searing burn, prompting me to kill. Death. The monster roared, and this time I unleashed it. I embraced the darkness inside of me.

Because this was war.

Alberto started it.

And I was going to end it.