Chapter 98: Chapter 98

ALICIA

The look of betrayal on her face will forever remain with me till I die. Unfortunately, it's misplaced.

"I see where this is going." She wrenches her hands that I'd somehow managed to take hold of and stands. "You married her for the power. Of course. . . " she lets out a crazy cackle. "Poor Alicia had nothing to offer so why waste your time and energy on her when you can do better." She shakes her head and points a finger at me. "I'm so daft for falling for your lies, but not anymore." She shakes her head once more. "Not any fucking more." She walks to the door and opens it. "Get out!"

I know she's shut down now and anything else I'm going to say will fall on deaf ears. This is not the way I thought this would go but I should have known. She's stubborn, I reason, but any other person would think the same way she is. That's why I understand and stand up, nodding to myself.

I walk to the door and stop at it. "Don't you for one minute think what we have is over. I swear I'll find a way to get us together once more. On the honor of my dead mother."

Her eyes widen and her lips part, drawing my attention to her pink plump lips. It takes a lot of effort not to plant my lips on hers. That'll probably give me another mark on my face and I can't risk that. Rita will ask questions and put two and two together that I came to see Alicia and that will put not just her, but my baby in danger.

I don't want that.

So with a lingering gaze on her perfect face, I nod and walk away. In the sitting room, Clarissa's mum sits with a pensive look on her face. She's about to stand but I rush to her. "Don't bother on my account, ma'am, I was just leaving."

Her face falls, leading me to chuckle loudly. "What did she say?"

"She doesn't believe me."

Her face becomes even more grave. "She's in danger, Ash, you need to get her out of here soon, please."

I nod because after telling her everything, she believed me and understands the danger Hazel eyes are in. Even if I've got to bundle her out of here physically, she's leaving here tonight.

"Consider it already done, ma'am."

"Oh, please just call me-"

"How can I? You're like my ma, God rest her soul. Can I call you ma instead?"

She gives me a winning smile and I bend and lift her fingers to my lips and place a soft kiss on her knuckles before I straighten up. I blow her a kiss but before I turn, I notice water pooling in her eyes. Damn if it isn't making me feel a certain type of way. I shrug it off because I can't afford to lose my shit. Not now.

*

Even before I step inside the apartment, I know what I'm about to see. It doesn't come as a surprise to me when I open the door to see the gory scene before me. It smells of sex, sweat, drugs, and body fluids. There are two males, and Rita is smack in the middle of them. All of them are naked. They're fondling her body and I watch in fucking disgust as one of them slips his hands inside her pussy and she lets out a long drawn-out moan.

The other man takes one of her plastic tits inside his mouth and sucks on it. She on the other hand is grabbing a hold of their cocks and pumping hard. It takes all of my willpower not to bring out my gun and blow their heads off. One of the men sees me first and the look that skims over his face is fucking amusing, to say the least.

He pushes Rita away and she, unlike him, notices me but doesn't react except to smile foolishly. The other man who still has his hand inside Rita's pussy sees me and pushes away from her immediately. There's a look of terror on their faces leading me to believe that they know who I am.

I've got to remedy this.

"Now, now, don't get all shy on me, guys. Don't stop on my behalf. Go on, come on, get back to work, I'll even cheer you on, see."

I begin clapping and watch as Rita just rolls her eyes while the men scurry about like rabbits picking up their discarded clothing all over the floor and putting them on hurriedly. They're not even fully dressed when they rush past me and out the door. I take one last look at Rita, who's standing up and putting on her housecoat before I walk off to the bedroom.

I know she's going to follow me but I don't give a flying fuck. This shit ends now. I hear her steps as she enters the bedroom and feel her boring holes in my back.

"You're such a party pooper." She says in that irritating whine of hers.

"You don't see me complaining. You can call them back to continue your fun." I say walking to the wardrobe.

"You know I do this because you don't want to fuck me."

I say nothing except to bring out a rucksack from the wardrobe and begin cramming the few clothes I have inside it. Since I was kidnapped without taking any of my clothes, I had to buy some while I was in Italy.

"Where do you think you're going?" There's a dangerous note in her voice as I cram the last piece of clothing inside and turn around to face her.

I cock my brows as look at her incredulously. "I mean, I know you're dumb but I didn't know you were also blind."

I pass her to walk to the sitting room but she holds onto my hand. "You can't

leave me, please. You did so once and I almost committed suicide. Please don't let me die now."

I close my eyes and try to reign in my temper.

When next I open them, I've gotten myself under some semblance of control as I shrug her hand off mine. "Suicide, huh? Come, now Dominatrix, that's a lie if I ever heard any, so quit playing that card 'cause it never worked on me and it sure as hell isn't gonna start now." I move closer to her, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and drawing her close to my face. "Read my lips - I'm done. It's over. You need to understand that this. . ." I flick my hand in the space between us. "Is never gonna work."

She rips her head away from my grasp. "It's because of her, isn't it?" She sneers, her lips pulling back in a grimace as a caged look springs into her eyes. I smile because I know what's coming next. "You're leaving me once again and it's all because of that damn tramp, right? Okay, go then, and see what happens next but don't say I didn't warn you, don't come crying to me about her death later-"

My hand is around her neck in an instant, blocking the rest of her words from coming out. Her eyes bulge and the look of shock plastered all over her face gives me a sick type of joy and spurs me on. It would be so fucking easy to snap her thin neck, to watch as the light in her eyes dim, but I know if I do it and walk out that door and daddy dearest doesn't hear from her in the next thirty seconds. . .

Let's just say the Camorra will paint Los Angeles red with the blood of everyone I've ever communicated with since I stepped foot on this land, including their families and friends as well.

I can't have that on my conscience.

So after almost thirty seconds of my hand around her neck and watching her thrash, I slowly and reluctantly release my hold. She sputters and gasps like a dying engine trying to come back to life and all I do is walk out. I can't stand the sight of her anymore.

I hear her following me, the relentless bitch. I'm sure she's going to spout some more threats.

Well, bring it on, psycho, 'cause I'm ready.

"You dare. . . you dared try to kill me." She says in between loud hacking coughs from behind me.

Without turning around, I reply to her. "I didn't dare, I almost did, try to catch up quickly please."

I know what she's planning to do next so I sidestep her and she slams into the floor. I bend to her level and lift my finger to her face in a warning. "Now, listen to me. I don't want you and I'll never want your skank-whoring ass, give it to some other poor unsuspecting man who wants the leftovers of others." I straighten up and dust myself off before walking to the door.

"You're going to regret this, I promise you." She says to my retreating form but I'm already working out the door.

Yes, I know I'm going to regret it later, but right now, let me bask in the pleasure of freedom.