I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"I wanted to make you jealous," she whispers, but I have a hard time believing her.
"Is that so? Well, you succeeded. Also, you ruined a million-dollar deal," I spit out, clenching my fists by my sides.
Taking a deep breath, I step away from her, going back to the party. I'm afraid that if I see her in front of me again, I might snap and really hurt her.
Over the next few days, I immerse myself in a new routine, visitingmamanwith Luca and getting acquainted with the restaurant business—or rather, what hides behind it. I try to ignore Allegra as much as possible, blaming myself and my behavior for her acting out.
How is it that not even a month ago, I'd been by her bedside as she breastfed Luca, her face reflecting an indescribable happiness. And now? She can barely stand to look at him.
I try my best to fill the gap left by his mother, still hoping she'll come around at some point.
I may have led her to her boiling point.
Looking back at our relationship and all our interactions, I can't help but feel I could have done better—confided in her more, gotten her to see just how much I care for her.
You reap what you sow.
How many chances has she given me in the past, with me continually screwing everything up? I'd hurt her, humiliated her, and stripped her of her freedom. All to satisfy this insane hunger I have for her—to know she's near me at all times, away from danger or temptation.
Then why is it that seeing her with Vlad hadn't affected me the way it used to? I refuse to believe it had been the million-dollar deal standing in the way of Vlad and a bullet. No… something's off.
Getting back home, I leave Luca with Mrs. Marshall so she can see to his meal, and I go down to my office, intent on getting some work done.
I'm close to the door when I hear the noises. Moans. Loud, shrieky moans coming from my office.
Fucking hell!
I'd told my father numerous times to keep his whores in the city, not at home. And definitely not in my office.
My hand is on the doorknob, ready to interrupt the merry party, when I hearhervoice.
"Harder!"
Pushing the door open, I stare in shock at Allegra, naked, bent over my office desk, with one of the guards pumping in and out of her.
His hands are digging into her hips as he fucks her raw, his dick thrusting aggressively in and out of her.
There's only one fate—for both of them.
I take out my gun and aim. First, at the disloyal son of a bitch.
He grunts, his hand clutching at his chest where a red spot of blood is forming.
Allegra screams, a grating shrill that makes me want to prolong her death even more. Because that's exactly what she deserves for killing my heart.
An eye for an eye.
She jerks away from the dead body, and my lip curls in disgust as I see dried cum on the inside of her thighs.
How many times? How many people has she fucked?
Between my guilt and Luca, I'd only wanted to give her space. And this is how she repays me?
I raise my gun, aiming straight for her forehead. She's bawling her eyes out at this point, not even bothering to hide her nakedness.
She drops to her knees in front of me, begging me to spare her, thousands of empty promises crossing her lips.
