Page 42 of The Beast of London & His Pet

“Clive—” I began to say but Alessio interrupted me.

“Is alive and well, but not for long,” Alessio said with terrifying calmness, but his body became rigid like a block of ice.

Nero rushed forward and opened the car door for us and Alessio manoeuvred us into the back seat. The movement set the motion for pain to explode in multiple points, I broke out in a cold sweat, trying not to make a sound.

“Where does it hurt, baby?” Alessio whispered, but when I looked into his solemn eyes, I saw that they were full of torment.

“Head, ribs, and chest,” I said sagging against him to rest after hours of worry and pain.

The others got in the car and the engine started its gentle hum was as soothing as Alessio’s strong heartbeat. I curled my arm around his neck and pressed my face against him, holding him as he held me. The warmth of his body chasing away the chill in my bones.

“I've got you, baby. Nothing will ever happen to you again. You have my solemn vow.Sei l'amore della mia vita, gattina,” he said softly causing my tears to flow so fast that I felt them seep into the cotton material of his shirt creating a damp patch beneath me.

You are the love of my life, Kitten.

I knew in my heart that he would keep his vow and extend it to our children. My heart blossomed with resounding devotion for Alessio, the man I never wanted to marry. He was overbearing but no more than myself.

“Ti amo, Alessio,” I whispered to him stroking his dark curls beneath the pads of my fingers.I love you, Alessio.

“I know you do, Kitten,” he said with his trademark arrogance that made me smile for the first time since my abduction.

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I gave Alessio’s men a waning smile as he carried me to our bedroom. When he laid me on our bed, a heavy sigh escaped him, and I saw the relief in his eyes and the tension leave his shoulders.

“The doctor is on his way. I need to take your clothes off,” he said before a frown marred his face.

“Cut them off. I don't want to move,” I said gently touching the puffy flesh around my eye.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

I thought about it for a moment before I nodded my head. When I was in the cottage I never got a chance to use the bucket because Clive lost the plot and beat the shit out of me. I needed to check my underwear for any spotting. I swallowed hard at the thought.

“What's wrong, Kitten?” Alessio said, tilting my head up to look into my eyes.

“The baby. I want it to be—be—” I began to say but a sob ripped through me and tears began to cascade down my face again.

The pain in my body was nothing compared to the thought of losing our baby to senseless violence.

“Kitten, please don't cry,” Alessio’s tortured whisper broke through my morbid thoughts.

“I was so scared a-and I was trying to be brave—”

Alessio sat beside me and held me in his arms, gently rocking me while rubbing my back. There was a knock on the door but he ignored it.

“It’s going to be okay. Everything will be fine. Do you really think you can get rid of my seed that easily? That’s a Caruso in there, Kitten,” he said kissing my head.

“A Nardini, too,” I said with a sniffle.

“Sure, sure,” he said stroking the back of my head.

“Get me to the toilet,” I said, poking his stubbled cheek but the dread remained with me.

He pulled back to look at me, and I witnessed the anguish in his eyes. I bit my lip when he lifted me up to take me into the bathroom, but a whimper of pain escaped when I felt the excruciating pain in my ribs.

“I will fucking rip him apart from limb to fucking limb,” Alessio said finally snapping and allowing his beast out to roam.

“Get in line, buddy. I will be wearing his testicles as earrings first,” I said when I finally caught my breath.

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