A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

ALESSANDRO’S POV

I’m weak.

Too fucking weak.

I let him get too close to me. Yes, I couldn’t deny it now.

He got under my skin like no other woman had done before. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, even the smallest, quietest sigh from him each one carved a deeper mark inside me.

I apologized. I fucking apologized to him. I never apologize to anyone. Pride has always been my armor, my fortress. But for him, I broke down that wall. If he had asked me to drop to my fucking knees in front of him, I would have. And the thought pissed the shit out of me. Alessandro Costello dropped to his knees for a fellow man… scratch that for a boy.

No body’s tears have ever affected me, if anything, I always thought of them as a sign of weakness, a way people tried to manipulate or crumble under pressure. But I couldn’t bear the sight of his tears. Watching him so fucking unhappy messed with my sanity, rattled my core. I want him back. I want that innocence, that doe–eyed look back. I want his fucking smiles back, I want him to mess with my shit.

I leaned against the doorframe as I watched him. His petite figure resting on the bed, delicate and vulnerable, he was laying on his stomach. I wanted to fucking run my hand across the curve of his back, trace the tension away, feel the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.

He stirred and rolled on his back. His eyes slowly opened as he blankly stared at the ceiling. The faint light spilled across his face, casting soft shadows. He turned his head and his eyes landed on me. He squinted them, his jaw clenched tight like he was bracing for a fight. He got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

Words are a rare gift from him these days. He mostly scowls and turns the other way when he looks at me. The silence between us is loud, suffocating.

He spends most of his time in his room, glued to his cell phone, talking to Jack. Those conversations must be his only escape, his way to hold on to something real while everything else falls apart.

He was angry, infuriated. He wanted revenge, he wanted me to give it to him. I have an idea of how those men must have treated him. Brutal. Inhuman. It had been a month, and still, he hadn’t been the same since he got back. But letting him into my world, into those tunnels where the darkest deals are made, was not the right way to get him back.

I will fucking wait it out, let his anger slowly chip away, piece by piece. I won’t let him get the taste of it because I know there’s no fucking going back once you go down that road.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, the sudden buzz breaking the heavy silence. I pulled it out and pressed it against my ear. It was Antonio, he was waiting for me downstairs. Heaving a sigh, I eyed the bathroom door. I turned before I went downstairs and met Antonio in the living

room.

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