♥ Chapter 39 ♥

Alessio Vecchio.

I turn off the shower and grab a clean towel, drying myself off slowly. I return to the bedroom, where Isabella is sleeping serenely, her body relaxed and content under the sheet. Furthermore, I look at her and feel a wave of possession and protection. She's mine, and I'll do anything to keep her safe and happy by my side.

I go to the closet and pick out a pair of pants, putting them on quickly before returning to the bedroom. I pick up my cell phone from the dresser and see a message from Dante, telling me he's waiting for me in the living room. Likewise, I know that if he's sent this message, it must be something very important, because I told him I didn't want to be interrupted.

I leave my cell phone on the desk and give my sleeping queen a little kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. As I walk down the stairs, my thoughts are fixed on Isabella. Now I need to convince her to move in with me, but I know I have to take it slow. Our relationship is only just beginning, and I don't want to scare her with my intensity. However, if she's pregnant with my heir, I won't allow her to stay away from me. She'll have to live with me because I can't bear the thought of my queen and my heir away from me.

As soon as I reach the top of the stairs, I find Dante in his usual posture, but this time, the tension in the air is palpable. I look at him seriously, my patience is already exhausted.

''I hope it's something really important, Dante.'' My tone is icy, laden with an implicit threat.

''My lord, I discovered that someone was following our lady today. I started to investigate and found out that it was her ex-boyfriend. '' Dante's words ignite a flame of rage inside me, an almost uncontrollable fury.

I walked slowly down the stairs, trying to keep my anger under control. How dare this son of a bitch follow my queen? He hurt her in the past, and now he has the audacity to come to my city and follow her? This worm will get what he deserves.

'' Go on, Dante. '' My voice comes out sharp, each word like a razor-sharp blade.

"Here you are, my lord." He hands me a folder.

I flip through the pages quickly, and my fury intensifies when I see that the bastard took naked pictures of her while she was sleeping. My hatred reaches a new level when I see that he was masturbating, looking at a picture of her with her breasts exposed.

"Where is this bastard?" I ask coldly, my voice echoing with icy cruelty.

"He's in the basement, my lord." He replies without hesitation.

I look at Dante and take a quick step towards him, the tension between us is almost palpable.

''I could kill you, Dante. For seeing my queen's naked body. But you've done a good job, so your life will be spared. '' My gaze is dark and threatening, as I struggle not to take my anger out on my best soldier. '' I'll get ready, I want that bastard caught in the air.

I turn my back and walk back to my room, anger boiling in my veins. Anyone who dares to get in my way at this moment will not survive to tell the tale. Every step I take echoes the promise of revenge. This worm will pay dearly for daring to touch, or even look at, my queen. And I will be the executioner of his sentence.

I walk into my room, still angry, and see my queen curled up on the bed, exhausted after our intense romp. It's better this way, she won't have to see me in this state. I walk towards my closet, enter and start dressing in my best dark suit. I fix my hair, tossing it back with a decisive gesture. Furthermore, I pick up a pair of black leather gloves, slipping them on my hands with the precision of a surgeon. I walk out of the closet with a cold, serious expression, reflecting the storm brewing inside me.

I approach the bed and give my sleeping queen another kiss on the forehead, a gesture of affection in the midst of my fury. Likewise, I leave the room, walking down the corridor with determined steps, my dark expression reflecting the cruelty I am about to unleash.

Each step echoes like a foretaste of what is to come. I descend the stairs, finding Dante waiting, his posture rigid.

''Let's go.'' I say it in a cold voice, without needing any more words.

I leave the mansion, seeing a car already waiting for me in the driveway. Furthermore, I get in without saying a word, and the surrounding tension is palpable. Dante says something to Lim, who just nods before joining me in the car. He takes the wheel, and we drive towards the shed where the son of a bitch is being held.

The silence in the car is heavy, only the sound of the engine fills the space. My mind is focused on what's to come and on how I'm going to show this bastard that I'm not a man to be trifled with. My fists are clenched, and the leather of my gloves creaks slightly with the force of my anger.

We arrive at the shed, and Saul is already waiting, opening the door for me with respect evident in his posture.

"Welcome, my lord." His greeting is brief, and his head is bowed in deference.

I don't reply, I just walk past him resolutely, heading for the basement. My anger is a palpable presence, pulsing through my veins, causing my aura to be charged with a menacing intensity. The other henchmen have been present since my arrival, bowing their heads in recognition of the power I emanate.

None of them dare cross my path, aware that they are facing a man who will tolerate no challenge. My hatred is an indomitable force, and those who provoke it will face the most severe consequences.

I run down the basement steps with indomitable fury, violently opening the door and revealing the wretch hanging in the air, wearing nothing but his underpants.

'' Well, well, who would have thought that one day I'd find my queen's ex-boyfriend here?'' My voice is an icy growl as I approach the unfortunate man.

He looks at me with hatred, his expression full of restrained anger.

'' So you're Alessio?! Give me back, my Isabella! '' He spits out the words in blind fury.

I gesture with my hand to stop Saulo and Dante from approaching. This is my revenge.

'' I see you're a brave man. '' I let out a cruel laugh without a trace of humor. '' Let's see how long this courage lasts.

I begin to slowly remove my jacket, revealing my muscular figure, with only my white dress shirt remaining. A macabre smile forms on my lips, a promise of pain and suffering.

"Let's get started.