The Mafia And His Angel: Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 2)

Angels don’t belong in our world.

I squeezed my eyes shut against the words, my fingers digging into Sasha’s hips. Blindly moving my hand to her thong, I ripped it away and dropped it on the floor. I let go of her to unbutton my slacks and pulled my cock out.

Angels don’t belong in our world.

I kicked her legs open, my body pressed against hers. Without touching her, I already knew she was wet and ready for me. The tip of the soft cock brushed against her inner thigh. Sasha let out a moan and wiggled closer to me.

At the sound of her moan, my eyes snapped open. Fuck. No.

What the fuck am I doing?

Pushing away from her body, I stumbled back, completely horrified at what I was about to do. I couldn’t this. Not to my Ayla. She trusted me. She gave me herself. I couldn’t betray her like this.

Shame filled my body, and I sucked in a painful breath. “Get out. Get the fuck out now,” I growled, zipping my pants again.

“But…” She glanced over her shoulders, her face a mask of confusion. Just then, the door crashed open, and I saw Viktor coming in. He took his gun out and pointed it at Sasha.

“Get out before I blow your fucking brains out,” he snapped. Sasha gasped in shock and fear before quickly bending down and grabbing her ripped panties. She ran out of the room, closing the door behind her with a bang.

“Are you serious?” Viktor roared at me, his eyes glistening with anger and disgust.

“Don’t.” I raised a hand, but he talked over me.

“Were you going to fuck her?”

“No!” I quickly answered. “I stopped.”

Shaking his head, he walked toward me. “Are you really going to let your father’s words take over your head? Are you going to let him control your life?”

“No,” I growled.

Viktor shook his head. “What’s Ayla to you?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Viktor. None of this was supposed to happen. My plan was to get close to Ayla to make her reveal her truth. We had to know if she was a traitor. That was the fucking plan,” I snapped, running my fingers to my hair in frustration.

That was the plan from the beginning. Get close to Ayla, gain her trust, and make her reveal her truth. But it didn’t end that way.

“I wasn’t meant to feel anything,” I ended brokenly.

“I know,” he agreed softly. “But that’s not the plan anymore. That plan ended the same day it was made. It ended the moment you gave her your jacket and you felt her tears as if they were your own.”

“He’s right. Ayla will be my downfall,” I whispered, turning around to face the window.

It was pitch black outside, so similar to the darkness inside of me. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the glass. “I can’t lose her, Viktor. She is everything.”

“If something happens to her because of me…” I started but didn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I couldn’t imagine myself without Ayla. She was a part of me.

“I agree. Lyov was right. She is your weakness,” Viktor replied coldly. I sucked in a harsh breath, my chest squeezing tightly in pain.

“But she is also your strength,” he finished. My heart raced at his words, and I opened my eyes, swiveling around to face him.

He nodded with a sigh, his eyes turning slightly softer. “You’ve changed a lot since she came into our lives. Ayla is your strength. She is the one who’s going to stop you from stumbling in the darkness every time. It’s for you to choose if you’ll let her be your weakness or your strength.”

Sinking down on my chair, I placed my head in my hands. How was I going to protect Ayla?

“Don’t hurt her, Alessio. After all she’s been through, she doesn’t deserve to be hurt by you.”

“I don’t want to, Viktor. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.” I spoke my harrowing thoughts, the words tasting bitter against my lips.

“Only you can answer that. Just remember one thing, though.” Viktor paused, and I looked up, waiting for him continue. “She is your Angel.”

With that, he gave me a nod and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

My Angel.

Rubbing my hands over the back of my neck, I tried to relieve the tense muscles there. I spent hours thinking about what Lyov and Viktor said. I paced, frustration building inside of me with each passing minute.

The next time I checked the clock, it was almost ten. Ayla would be waiting for me in the piano room. Closing my eyes, I sighed. Ayla’s smiling face flashed behind my closed eyelids. After many frustrating hours, I came to only one conclusion.