I sighed tightening my grip on the delicate body of my Alana wanting to hold closed to as much as possible, I wanted to hear her heartbeat rhythm with mine, I wanted to feel her chest rising up and down every time she breathed.

We fit together liked we were made just for one another, the only thing that kept the little distance between us was our little baby.

We had arrived back at the estate three days ago along side Brandon and Victoria but all four of us hadn't talked about the incident just yet. Not that I was looking forward to it though.

Alana was strong but even the strongest woman alive had a hard time dealing with nightmares and demons. My wife had been getting dreams about the assault every other nights the pass days and it broke my heart into pieces.

She woke up crying with sweat covering her forehead while her body shook and trembled in fear. The sight was a stab at my heart.

" Baby, go to back to sleep. " I whispered into her ears.

" Every time I closed my eyes I see his face. I feel his burning touches on my skin. I hate having to experience that over and over again even it is all in my head. " she sobbed into my chest.

" You need to sleep, Alana. " I said caressing her soft silky watermelon scented hair.

She shook her head tightened her arms around my waist.

" I will slay all the monsters off if they disturb you my love, both real and imaginary. " I soothed.

I whispered sweet nothing into her ears, my left hand playing with her hair and the other running up and down her back for hours until she fell asleep with a little smile playing on her face.

Kissing her cheeks gently I untangled my body away from her grip making her groaned softly but buried herself deeper into the duvet still fast asleep.

I walked into the closet putting on my white button up shirt and slacks before heading out of the room. The bastard had been laying around my cell alive and well for way too long, it was finally time for him to pay what he did to my family.

" Can you stay with Alana for the night? Brandon and I have to handle some business. " I said walking into the living room.

Victoria had her arms around Brandon's neck and his around her waist. They seemed to be in a deep conversation and way too comfortable position.

" Business at three in the morning? " she asked pouting at Brandon.

The sight was so disturbing to see. I had never imagined my best friend and my sister being so intimated with one and another.

" You heard the Don. I'm sorry I have to go with him baby girl. " he answered kissing her neck.

" Cut the crap and get off my sister right now or I will put a fucking bullet in your skull, best friend or not. " I rolled my eyes making the two jumped away from each other.

Cursing under my breath I strode out of the house and into my black Lamborghini. Brandon got on right after I closed my door.

I drove to the base liked the fast and furious, I usually was a responsible driver but it was three in the morning and there was no one on the road so who fucking care if I drove like a mad man, I was mad.

I specifically ordered my men to put Dmitri and Kaitlyn in two separate cells. The girl was for my wife and Victoria to deal with fortunately for her.

But, Dmitri was not so lucky.

He touched what I prized most. He disrespected the woman I adore and harassed the mother of my child to the point of having bad dreams. I was going to make him suffer.

" Tell me motherfucker. How long did you put your filthy hands on my wife. " I asked lighting a cigar before putting it in my mouth.

Brandon spun the chair that the bastard was tied to toward me. He smiled at me like he wasn't about to die in my hands. But, who knew I might make his dream came true.

" Your sexy whore? God, I remember fresh in my mind how her body felt under my hands and mouth. " he daydreamed making me cocked an eyebrow at him.

" That wasn't an answer to my question. " I said nodding my head toward Brandon.

Brandon swung a bat across his head making blood dropped down his head as he groaned in pain.

" Not long. You interrupted us. " he said trying to ignore the pain.

" Brandon? You were there. Tell me a specific time. " I said puffing smoke out of my mouth.

" Ten whole minutes. " Brandon answered.

" Ten years, that is how long I will keep you alive, rotting in my cell. I will personally torture you into hell, let you heal then I will be back at it over and over again. " I said walking toward his shaking stage.

Even Brandon flinched at my plan. I had never kept a prisoner longer than a day. I had never wanted to put someone in an unlimited pain.

I ran my hand across the table full of my favorite tortured toys thinking about my wife, thinking about how much pain he had caused her. I grabbed a silver blade and walked over to the fire place burning on the hot fire until it became golden red.

" Your mouth kissed what is mine, it has to go. " I smirked pressing the blade against his lips before cutting it off.

His blood shot right at my face making a grin played on my face as I watched his organ fell on to the floor. Dmitri screamed trembling in pain making me fell into a fit of laughters.

Throwing the blade across the cell I walked back to the table grabbing a butcher knife. I ran my finger through it with a small smile still on my face. I motioned Brandon to put the bastard's arms out.

Every time I looked at him the sight of my wife shivering in fear came back before my eyes. With rages building in my system, I swung the knife on his left arm cutting it off. He screamed as we all watched it fell to the floor making a thud sound.

I kicked the arm into the fireplace like it was some sort of ball before turning back to the now bloodied bastard. He was whimpering in pain begging me to stop but I couldn't care less.

Grabbing another blade I pulled his tongue out of his lipless mouth cutting it into little pieces making his blood shattered on my shirt even more, the reason I chose to wear a white shirt, I wanted to see his blood on me.

When the clock hit five, the bastard Dmitri Petrov was unrecognizable. He was toothless from my hammer, missing an eye, an ear, his fingers, toes, and deep cuts on his back and abdomen. His already scarred face was so red covered in his own blood liked someone had poured red paint on his head.

Brandon was standing at the corner of the room trying hard not to gag for the third time as he watched me enjoying myself.

" Bloody hell. Remind me to never look at your wife's way again. " he cringed as we walked out of the cell.

" Get him a doctor. Make sure he is alive and heal quickly. " I barked at the guards in front of the cell.

" The looks on your face resembled the looks on Alana's face when she interrogated the Vipers. You both looked like you enjoyed their pain their screaming and the feeling of their blood on your hands. " he explained shivering.

" I did enjoy seeing him in pain. " I shrugged walking into my car.

" Love makes you do scary things. " he muttered handing me a cleaned shirt.

Having Alana see my bloody shirt was the last thing on mind. She would kick my ass and lectured my ears into deafness.

" What did you just say? " I asked.

I heard him loud and clear and that shook me a little, for him to say something liked that he must have noticed something.

Did we really love each other?

" Nothing. Drive. Alana and Victoria must be waiting for us. " he shrugged.

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