The Mafia And His Angel, Part 2 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 32

 

 

Alessio

 

I felt numb as I stepped out of the car. Standing in the driveway, I stared at the estate. The front doors were open, but my feet were rooted in place, refusing to move.

There was an ache in my chest. I left with Ayla but was coming back without her. At the thought of coming back home without my Angel and knowing she wouldn’t be there to greet me or kiss me, the pain in my chest intensified.

Viktor came to stand beside me, and he waited. I felt Nikolay on my left side. And then Phoenix and Artur. Nobody stepped forward. They all waited for me.

No matter how much pain I was in, I was still a Boss—the King. I couldn’t let myself get weak at a moment like this. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I took a step forward and walked toward the door. Each step I took was heavy, a reminder of my failure.

I stepped inside, and as soon as I had walked through the doors, Maddie was on me. She grabbed my collar, her face a mask of anger and disbelief.

“Where is she?” Her voice was chilling as she screamed. “How could you have let this happen?”

Her eyes blurred with tears as she choked back a sob, her chest heaving with the effort. “You promised to protect her, Alessio.”

I didn’t say anything.

She was right. I vowed to protect Ayla, but I wasn’t able to. My father was also right. I thought I wouldn’t let it happen. I thought I was strong, but history was repeating itself.

The tightness in my chest was back again. Maddie released my collar, and she sank down to her knees, her anguished cries ringing through my ears.

“You promised,” she sobbed at my knees. “You promised.”

I heard another cry, and my head snapped up toward Lena. She was holding her chest, her eyes wide as she gasped.

“Lena!” Viktor rushed to her, pulling her to the sofa before she could fall over. “Call Sam,” he ordered as Lena continued to gasp for air, her face twisted in agony.

“My sweet child,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

This was all too much. All their emotions washed over me; disappointment, pain, sorrow so deep that my heart ached with it. I ran a trembling hand over my face, trying to stay calm. Trying to be strong for everyone.

For Ayla. She needed me strong.

Artur pulled Maddie into his arms. She buried her face into his chest as she sobbed. Swallowing against the lump of emotions around my throat, I shook my head and walked forward.

Maddie stopped in front of me. “Ayla might be an Abandonato, but she is innocent.”

Her voice was a mere whisper, but it reached me. And the words were a straight blow to my heart.

“I know,” I murmured, looking straight as I walked past her.

“Alessio, you have—” She broke off, her voice cracking. “I can’t even imagine what she is going through right now.”

My eyes closed, my fingers tightening into fists at the thought of Ayla being in pain.

“I will find her,” I said, my voice gruff from the effort of keeping my emotions in check.

I will find her. It was a vow spoken out loud.

Maddie stepped in front of me, a single tear trailing down her cheek. “You promise?”

I broke my promise before, but not this time. So I nodded. Maddie seemed satisfied enough with my answer, and her eyes held no doubt. They only shone with absolute trust.

She stepped out of my way, and I continued upstairs. Walking down the hall toward my office, I only heard Ayla’s beautiful laughter and sweet voice. She was everywhere yet nowhere at all.

A sudden surge of anger coursed through my body. Alberto had to die.

But first I had to find him. And the fucker was smart. A coward, but smart. The moment Ayla was in his trap, he went off the grid. Nowhere to be found.

It had only been hours since Ayla was taken, but it felt like years.

“Fuck,” I swore, opening the door to my office, only to stop dead in my tracks.

Lyov was staring out the window, while Isaak’s body sagged against the couch, his head in his hands as if all his energy had left his body.

I walked inside, analyzing both men closely. They hated the Abandonatos with a passion, but I wasn’t going to let them stand in my way to find Ayla. Consequences be damned.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw my men following me inside. My expression stayed cold and emotionless as I faced my father and Isaak.

“I should have known,” Isaak said, causing a cloud of confusion to settle around us. Lyov’s back went rigid at Isaak’s voice, his eyes closing tightly.

“She looked so much like Leila, but I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to believe it,” Isaak continued, his voice breaking over the last words.

Alfredo’s wife?

“What?” I snapped, moving forward.

Isaak looked up, and I was shocked to see his eyes red. No, he wasn’t crying. But the agony on his face spoke more than the tears would have.

“You knew Leila?” I asked when our eyes met. He flinched and stared at Lyov, who still hadn’t turn around to acknowledge us.

“Yes. I knew Leila. I more than just knew her,” he murmured.

Cocking my head to the side, I stared and waited. I could have guessed the answer, but I needed to hear it from him. The truth.

My thoughts ran wild as I waited for Isaak to explain.

“To understand, you will have to know the beginning.”

My eyes widened when I heard Lyov’s guttural voice. “Tell him,” he ordered without turning around.

Isaak stood up and paced the room. “After your mother’s death, our only goal was to take down the Abandonatos. I was sent to find Alfredo’s weakness.”

He paused, taking a deep breath, as if it pained him to continue. “We thought Leila was his weakness, so for months I kept an eye on her. From far away. I watched her every move and waited. After weeks of watching, I started to see signs of abuse. Sometimes she would have a bleeding lip. Her cheeks would be red or a shade of purple. Once she was walking with a limp.”

Why did that sound so familiar?

Ayla. Her name was a whisper in my head, and I clenched my jaw, my teeth grinding together.

“Every day, at the same exact time, Leila would go to a coffee shop. I watched her cross the street. I watched until I couldn’t stay away anymore. She was so sad. So broken,” Isaak continued. He had long ago stopped pacing. His eyes were now glued to the wall. He was lost in his memories.

“But she was never alone. She always had a baby in her arms. The only time I saw her smile was when she played with the small little bundle. I approached them, desperate to know the broken woman in front of me.”

I knew where this was going, but I didn’t stop Isaak. So he kept talking. And in doing so, his words stabbed at my already fragile heart.

“The baby’s name was Ayla. Ayla Abandonato. She was the sweetest little baby. Only three months old when I met her.” Isaak’s voice slightly broke over Ayla’s name.

My eyes snapped shut as I sank down on the couch.

“Leila and I got to know each other, but she didn’t know who I was. Not my real name. We…we started an affair. It was forbidden, and we both knew it. But that didn’t stop us. It lasted for several months. I watched Ayla grow. She took her first step in front of me, and it was toward me.”

I heard Viktor swear, and Isaak paused. The room was suddenly filled with silence, and the silence was suffocating.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice harsh against the silent room.

Isaak took a deep breath before continuing. “Leila was mad when she found out the truth about me, but she understood why I did it. That night, we planned her escape. It was the only way to protect her and Ayla. But I was a little too late.”

“Leila died in a fire,” I said.

“No,” Isaak suddenly growled. “She didn’t.”

My head snapped up toward him as he turned to face me. “I heard her die. I heard her screams as Alfredo killed her. Shot her. The bastard fucking called me and made me listen. Three gunshots and then there was silence.”

Shaking his head, he ran a hand over his face, his body shaking. With anger. And deep sorrow.

“Leila had died, and I couldn’t do anything. But I knew I had to get to Ayla. I promised Leila that Ayla wouldn’t live the life that she did. Ayla would be free and happy. I vowed to protect her and take her out of that hell.” Isaak broke off with a harsh, emotionless laugh.

He shook his head, still laughing. “I was too late. Again. Ayla—”

“—died in a fire,” I finished off.

Everyone knew that story. Half of Alfredo’s estate caught on fire. So many lives were taken, including his wife and daughter. That was the story, but it clearly didn’t happen that way.

“Ayla was only a year old. I didn’t believe it at first. But I saw her casket. It was so small. She was so small. She looked so fragile as she was lowered into the ground next to her mother,” Isaak’s voice was a mere whisper now.

I had known Isaak for many years, but I had never ever seen him so broken. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to release the tension there.

It all made sense now. Why we never got anything on Ayla…no matter how intensive our research was. Why I never even thought for a moment that Ayla could have been an Abandonato.

She was a ghost. Alfredo had made sure of it.

“That fucking bastard,” Isaak hissed, his eyes suddenly sparking fire. “He knew. He fucking knew I was coming for Ayla. She might not have my blood, but I loved her as my own.”

“He made us believe that Ayla died. It was the only way to keep Isaak away. All these years we thought she was dead.” Lyov finally spoke again when it became clear that Isaak couldn’t say anything else.

There was only silence for a few seconds, until Isaak exploded. He reached forward and grabbed me, almost frantic in his actions.

“You have to find her. Please, Alessio. She won’t survive there. Not again. We have to save her. We have to find her. She…she…you…” Isaak begged me, his breathing panicked.

My chest went tight, so tight that it was almost impossible to breathe. And the anger, it clawed at my body, laughing, taunting, shaking me, begging for release.

My fists shook as Isaak stepped away when I didn’t answer him.

It was vicious cycle. Pain, suffering, and anger. It clouded us until we were blinded with it. But through it all, there was only one light.

Ayla.

Standing up, I walked to the large panel window. Lyov stood beside me, where he had been throughout the whole confrontation.

And then Viktor was beside me. Isaak on Lyov’s side. Nikolay next to Viktor. Phoenix beside Nikolay and Artur right next to Phoenix.

A brotherhood.

Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly. When I spoke, my words rang with finality.

“I’m going to bring Ayla home.”

Alberto didn’t know what was coming for him. He may have taken my Angel away, but I was coming for her.

I may have been a monster. A killer. Heartless. Ruthless. But what was worse for Alberto was that I was Ayla’s monster.

I wouldn’t stop until I had delivered all their corpses at Ayla’s feet. My blood roared with the need to seek vengeance against the men who caused Ayla pain.

I would burn everything in my path to find her. It was the beginning of destruction. A bloodbath.

And I wasn’t going to stop looking. Not until I found my Angel.