My Angel

CHAPTER 48: I DON'T DESERVE YOU

Alessio's pov~
   I wanted to pound that bastard's face.
Whoever he was, he would pay in the worst way possible.
The signs were right there in front of my
eyes. I saw them. All of us saw them but we didn't want to think the worst. We didn't want to believe that Ayla had gone through this. But I knew what she had been through.

My cold, unfeeling, fucking heart felt it. Her pain.
Ayla's small body was shaking violently
with her cries. And as she curled herself tighter and buried her face in the pillow, my chest grew tighter. My heart ached at the sight of her looking so broken.
But apart from the searing pain flling my
chest, I felt immense fury.

Deep anger and resentment at the bastard who has brought tears to her eyes. He was a dead man wal king. I was going to get my hands on him soon. But not before torturing him until he would beg me for his own death. And then I would gladly send him to hell.

But at that moment, what mattered most
was Ayla. I would let my anger out later. I would spill blood later.
I couldn't let the monster out yet. I had to
rein in the need to kill.

Inching closer to her, I brought my hand
forward to touch her but she flinched away and sobbed harder. She pressed herself harder into the mattress and I heard her mumbling something incoherent. Her words were lost in her cries.

"Ayla," I whispered gently, trying to coax
her.
But my next words were cut abruptly when I saw her hands moving blindly under the pillows. Her eyes were closed tightly as she searched for something, her movements frantic and almost desperate

"No, no, no, no...please no.." she mumbled between her sobs, her chest heaving with loud hiccups as she continued to cry.

When realization dawned at what she was looking for, I quickly jumped off the bed. The jacket. The fucking jacket.
Quickly striding toward the sofa chair, I
pulled on my sweatpants and went back to bed, getting in beside Ayla. Lying down, I moved a little closer.

She didn't open her eyes, but she went
completely still as I moved closer, her muscles visibly coiling tighter in fright and tension.

"Shhh.." I soothed ina soft voice. "I'm not
going to hurt you."

"Jacket. I need my jacket. Please.... can't.. need it.." She gasped through her tears.

She wasn't getting it. Instead, she was
going to have me.
This time, I was going to take away her
nightmares and her pain. I was going to bring her back. And /would be the one to wipe away her tears.
Not my jacket. But me.

The blank eyes and the numb expression, I was going to change that.
I would bring my Ayla back. Moving just a little closer, I whispered, "Ayla, open your eyes.

At my words, she tensed. Her hands fisted and she recoiled backward, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my body. Ayla let out a sharp cry. One that was filled with fear and panic. But as soon as her body made contact with mine, she froze,
her hands landing flat on my chest.

"I'm here. I'm right here, Ayla. I won'tlet
anything happen to you. I'm right here," I said into her hair, my voice soft and scratchy as fought back my tears. Placing a kiss on her temple, I let my lips linger there.

"Please look at me." But she refused to open her eyes. Instead, she moved closer against my body and curled herself into my embrace, as if she was hiding in me. Her hands trembled on my chest and brought a hand up, grasping hers and holding them tight against my skin.

"It's me. Alessio. I'm here. I'm with you,
Ayla, and I'm not leaving. We are going to get through this together. I'm here," I continued in a soothing voice.