Page 33 of Alessio

June needs you to stay with her. ASAP

She arrives outside the door. I briefly, and with the calmest demeanor I can, explain what happened before letting her watch over June while I leave to handle the rest of the situation. Just as I was getting to the stairs, May calls out, “Tear that bastard to pieces.”

“I will.” I nod and rush down the stairs out to the backyard. My eyes move over to where I fucked the hell out of June last week. The bastard had to have been lurking from a window inside the house in our bedroom to see us.

“Hey, birthday man. Where is the wife?”

“She’s not feeling well.” I stand on the elevated deck and call out, “Everyone. I’m sure you’re all having a wonderful time, but unfortunately we’re going to have to call it a night. June is feeling a little off right now, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night tending to my wife. Thank you all for coming. Take some more cake to go. Thanks again.”

The guests, knowing my obsession with my bride, know I’ll return to her side, tending to her over everything else, and I would, if I didn’t have a special matter that needed my attention.

Jumping down from my makeshift stage, I wave everyone off and turn to my new housekeeper and inform her, “Please help everyone depart. Thanks.”

“Yes, Mr. D’Amato.”

With every step toward my next stop—the shed—I think about what I’m going to do to that fucker. Yes, I want to tear him limb from limb, but will I have the patience for the task, or will my rage get the better of me? Will my love for June just be too much to spare him another ounce of breath?

I knocked three times on the shed where Enrico and Dario waited patiently with our special friend. Enrico opens the door with a smirk on his face. “We’re at your service, my friend.”

I step inside and find that they’ve already prepared the fucker. He’s got a busted lip and he’s tied to a chair in the middle of the room with his eyes looking down, refusing to meet mine. Suddenly he doesn’t seem so fucking bold anymore.

“Michael, Michael, Michael. Why don’t you greet Alessio? You were eager to say all you had to say earlier about June,” Dario says. The man is ready for me to go insane, like it was difficult to do. This fucker put his hands on my beloved bride with the intent of harming her, violating her, and then had the nerve to claim they were lovers.

He looks up at me with a menacing stare. I’m starting to wonder about this asshole. Who in their right mind, tied to a chair, looks at the person with their life in their hands with such dismissive disgust. “I don’t care to greet the enemy.”

I take a deep, calming breath when I want to choke the life out of him. “So, please, do tell me about this special relationship you had with my wife. I’d love to hear how you were able to bed her without anyone being aware of it.”

“You wouldn’t understand because you’re a neanderthal. It wasn’t sex; it was spiritual. We had a bond you wouldn’t know anything about. She and I have a connection deeper than anything. June’s my other half.”

“Then why were you trying to force yourself on her?”

“I wasn’t forcing myself. I wanted to remind her what she was and what she’d done. She betrayed me.”

I lose control and start waling on him, punching him until he’s on the ground, the wooden chair smashed and his face pummeled. That isn’t enough, though. My onslaught continues when I grab a broken piece of wood and jab it into his mouth. “That’s for talking about her like that. She’s mine.”

“Come on, Alessio, enough,” Dario says, tugging on my shoulders, forcing me onto my ass. I sit there for a minute, breathing heavily, chest heaving, knuckles bloody and bruised but it’s so worth it.

The bastard is probably already dead, but I’m not done with him. Getting to my feet, I pull out my gun and shoot Michael in the heart. I don’t even want to wait and discuss this shit. Her name coming out of his mouth sent me into a rage.

“Fuck, you destroyed him,” Enrico says, sounding shocked.

“Picture someone trying to violate your wife. Then the fucker had the nerve to say that she was his other half. I’m her other half. We belong together. No one else.” I storm out of the shed, leaving them to handle the cleanup because I’ll just tear the fucker apart limb from limb and feed him to wild animals.

Immediately, I rush into the pool house to shower off before heading inside and up to our bedroom. Inside the pool house, I have a set of spare clothes that the guys had brought down from the laundry for such an occasion. Once I’m cleaned up, I wrap my hands with the emergency first aid kit and then go to see my bride. Knocking lightly to not startle the women, I enter my bedroom.

May sees me and nods. She climbs off the bed after pressing a light kiss to June’s head. She walks up to me and whispers, “All taken care of?”

I reply with a subtle nod. She presses her hand to my left bicep before walking out. We have come to an understanding, and she’s made an excellent sister-in-law.

As May closes the door behind her, I watch the little delicate rose sleeping on the bed, and my body reacts in so many ways. My ribcage is getting a real thrashing as my heart wants to jump out and beat just for her. I slide off the clothes the guys had brought down to the pool house for me. I just want to hold my wife for the rest of the night and nothing else. As soon as I slide in beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back to my front, she calls out my name, “Alessio.”

“Yes, my beloved. I’m back.” I kiss her throat.

“I missed you.” She takes my hand and presses it to her belly. It’s still flat, but soon it will be large with my child. I might have wanted a son first, but I’ll be happy with whatever baby we’re blessed with as long as I have my sweet rose with me.

“I love you, sweet June. Rest. Tomorrow we’ll go to the doctor and get our official checkup.” I cradle our unborn child and my wife, holding my little family in my arms, doing everything I can to protect them.

“I’d like that.”

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