Page 48 of Untouchable

“I heard you guys will be catching a flight tomorrow morning,” I say, choosing to switch the topic instead.

“Seraphina,” Aiden says seriously. “I am worried about you. I overheard what your father told you, that these guys are into some deep shit, and you won’t even tell me where you are. I literally can’t do a thing to protect the woman that I love, and it is driving me fucking crazy.”

“I know, I’m sorry. We are safe though, for now. Alessandro has been doing walks around the property and he has saved our asses more times than I can count already.”

Aiden scoffs. “Yeah. You being withhimdoesn’t make me feel any better.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Aiden?” I ask as I stand up from my bed.

Letting out a long sigh he lowers his voice. “It’s just that, it all seems a little convenient, right? He wouldn’t let me drive you, practically forced me out the door. Then when I do leave, the house is instantly attacked?”

“He saved me,” I argue.

“You two were the only ones that made it out alive. Every other person at your house died, but not you two. Don’t you think it is a little odd that he knew exactly where to go and how togetaway?”

Aiden’s words don’t make sense to me. They simply don’t compute. Is he seriously insinuating that Alessandro is working with the Vipers?

“Why would he have had us escape if he was working with them? Why wouldn’t he have just handed me over to them?”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to. Maybe he wants to keep you for himself. Look, I don’t trust the guy, I never have. He has always acted like I am some kind of threat to him when he is the one constantly leering at my girl. There is something up with him and I do not feel comfortable with you being alone with him. Do you think you could get away from him? Maybe when he falls asleep?”

Alright, I get him not liking Alessandro or the situation that we are currently in. But just because he doesn’t like Alessandro doesn’t mean that I am not safe with him. There isn’t another person in this world that I trust more with my safety, Aiden included.

“Aiden, stop. Alessandro is not the enemy. He would never do anything to hurt me.”

Silence settles between us for a few long moments before Aiden speaks. “Oh god. He already has you wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?”

“What are you talking about?” I scoff.

“Didn’t take you two long, I guess,” he says with a bitter laugh. “Tell me, have you been screwing him behind my back all along or was your life beingsupposedlyin danger as good as time as any to spread your legs?”

My mouth drops open as venom practically drips from his words. “Wha-How can you even say that to me?”

Instead of answering my question, he continues ranting, his voice rising with each word. “I can’t believe that I ever thought that you could be loyal enough to be my wife! I always knew you didn’t have any self-esteem, but I didn’t know that you didn’t have any self-respect either. Have fun fucking that low life piece of shit like a two-cent whore. I am fuckingdone!”

The line goes dead for a minute, my mouth hanging open in shock before all of his words fully register. Did that seriously just happen? An anger like I have never felt before rises inside of me as my vision becomes clouded and dark.

I throw the phone against the wall as hard as I can, satisfied when I hear a loud crack. I look around quickly and see a lamp, reaching for it and smashing it against the wall in one swing. Fuck him! How could he say that shit to me! I have done everything to be the perfect woman for him, and he calls me a whore? He dumps ME over the phone, without even listening to me? FUCK THAT!

I grab anything and everything in my sight, smashing, breaking and tossing anything that I can. Angry tears drop like rainfall down my cheeks as I scream my frustration like a wild animal. In the next moment, the door is kicked in and suddenly Alessandro is there, his gun drawn while his eyes scan the room. When he notices that there is no one in here and that the noises he no doubt heard are from me finally cracking, he lowers his gun and stares at me stoically.

He is so calm and silent that it sends me into another fit of rage.

“YOU!” I roar. “This is all your fault!” I shout as I shove him with all my might, even though it only makes him stumble a step before he rights himself. “If you never would have broken my heart then I never would have dated him!Everythingis your fault!” I scream in between sobs, beating on his chest with everything that I have.

He stands there unmoving, taking every blow without even a wince, which only makes me angrier.

“WHY?” I sob. “Why did you do it? Why did you continue to hurt me for years? What did I ever do but love you?” I cry.

I lift my hand up to slap him, but he catches my wrist midair, making me lock eyes with him. Instead of seeing irritation or anger at my outburst, I see understanding and…heartache? Not releasing my wrist, in one motion he yanks me into his arms and holds me tight. I continue thrashing against him, desperate to be free. I don’t want to be held. I want to break things. I want to breakhimand Aiden and every other person who has ever hurt me. I want them all to hurt the way that they have hurt me.

No matter how hard I try to stay angry, the longer I stay wrapped up in his strong arms and comforting scent the calmer I become until my legs practically give out. Alessandro gently reaches down, gripping behind my knees before lifting me up into his arms as he strides out of my room and towards his own, cradling me like I am the most precious thing in the world.

I keep my head buried into his neck, too embarrassed to face him. Now that my anger has faded, I just feel humiliated. Alessandro has owned up and apologized. He knows he hurt me. I shouldn’t have taken my anger with Aiden out on him.

Aiden. What a fucking asshole! 2 years of him telling me that he would love me forever, that he would always treasure me and be there for me, what a load of shit.

As angry as I am with him, I can’t deny that I have this feeling inside of me, almost a freeing one. The suffocating level of anxiety that has been weighing on my chest for way too long disappears instantly and I feel like I can genuinely breathe. I wasn’t ready to be married, and if this is the real Aiden then I am glad things ended before I made a mistake.

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