Chapter 112


    ‘Honestly, I can do it, I’m fine. It didn’t hurt.’ I turn towards him to dislodge his arm from around me,


    agitated with his efforts, patting him on the chest to let me go with a smile through gritted teeth. He


    leans back up, so we are nose to nose and that’s thest thing I see of his face.


    Like a sh out of nowhere someone tugs me out of his arm, so that I stumble backwards into a wall


    and lose my bnce momentarily. Head spinning with the suddenness of it and the ck form that


    literally dive bombs him with such force it takes him flying back against the hall wall so fast I cannot


    really focus on what’s happening right away.


    It takes me a moment to realise what the hell is going on, as Alexi pins him by the throat to the inner


    hall wall and starts pummelling a fist into the guy’s face. He’s all over him like a fierce animal, wildly


    unleashed, punching, holding him up and lifting a knee to the man’s abdomen with sessive thrusts


    as he ils any attempts to defend himself. Alexi is too fast and too strong and the man’s nose


    explodes across his face, covering him in blood.


    Alexi has his back to me so I cannot even see his expression, although I know him and the sadistic


    unemotional trance he went into that night with Santagato’s man is what I am expecting he is in now—


    Fighting form on show, trained killer. He fights like a machine.


    ‘Alexi, stop it.’ Hysteriaes from nowhere, bubbling out of me with waves of sheer anxiety, and I


    launch myself at him impulsively. I grab onto Alexi’s arm to pull him back, but he just physically shakes


    me off as though I’m nothing more than a light breeze, while continuing his torrent of hate onto the


    man’s now lifeless body. At this angle I can see him side on. He lookspletely deranged, eyes so


    dark they are almost all pupils and focused intently on annihtion of his victim. It sends a cold icy fear


    through my veins gripping my stomach tightly. It’s like the lights are on but none is home.


    I try again, hauling at the back of his shirt this time as I try to get behind him, pulling and yanking with


    all my might and pping his shoulders to stop the assault, but he’s relentless. It’s like I’m not even


    touching him.


    ‘He didn’t do anything!’ I scream at the back of him again, pulling and pulling, but he shoves me back


    with his body aggressively, to shake me off and I get a fright with the unexpected action. I fall over my


    own shoes, which are ridiculously high, as I crash to the floor and sprain my ankle at the same time. I


    land in an ungraceful heap and even that doesn’t get him to stop and see if I am okay; Although, I


    wouldn’t ever expect him to.


    He’s never cared about hurting me before or seeing me helpless on the floor.


    I try and mber to my feet, wincing at the ache in my ankle; and then with utter relief, I catch sight of


    Mico and Gino as they both jump over me and fly in to control their enraged boss. Mico hooking him


    from behind swiftly, under Alexi’s arms and Gino slides between him and his victim to forcefully push


    him back while grabbing him around the back of the head and pushes their foreheads together. I am


    guessing this is a tag team, age-old method of controlling his rage as they all move back five feet and


    contain the tornado. It’s so effortlessly done it’s almost like a fluid dance. I exhale with a huge sigh of


    relief, tears running down my cheeks that seem to havee out of nowhere, and my body starts


    trembling like crazy, with fear, shock and adrenaline.


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    ‘Enough, enough … It’s me, Lex … It’s me.’ Gino is in his face, soothing with words and even though


    Alexi tries to throw them off at first, he seems to calm instantly. Blinking back to reality as the red mist


    lifts and he sees his brother in his face. His body seems to lose its rigidity, and both men look visibly


    relieved that the cyclone is not putting up more of a fight. All of them seem to sag in synchronised


    movement.


    The guy, now slumped on the floor, makes an awful gargling sound with his throat that shudders


    through me andys motionless on the floor a few feet from me. He looks like he has been run over by


    abine harvester. So much blood and mess all over his face and I feel instantly nauseous at the


    sight of it.


    Tears are still pouring down my face, more than before as I crawl to my knees and get up shakily,


    putting weight on my ankle and find it’s not as bad as it first seemed. It aches but I can walk. My focus


    is more honed in on the men than the injury.


    Gino keeps a hold of Alexi tightly; obviously unconvinced he is truly calm, while Mico slides from behind


    and goes to check the guy’s pulse, ring at his cousin as he scans the mess of his face.


    ‘What the fuck were you thinking, Lex?’ Mico scolds and bends to pull the man into a sitting position


    and leans in to listen to his chest. I can’t look. It’s horrible and stomach churning to look at the pulp left


    where a face used to be and I wonder at a human that can do so much damage, fuelled only by anger


    and with his bare fists. Alexi is insane.


    I think I am in shock, standing trembling and watching them numbly as all emotion and chaos starts to


    subside into a deep well of dark inside of me, something churning and bubbling together when sudden


    fury hits me hard—Almost like an afterthought. Without hesitation, just pure reaction, I fly at Alexi,


    shoving Gino aside like a crazy bitch and start hitting him in the shoulder with a bunched fist as hard


    and high as I can muster.


    ‘He didn’t do anything! He didn’t do a fucking thing!’ I screech at him furiously, blinded by tears and so


    overwrought with anger that I don’t care if he reacts to my assault. I want him to hit me. I have so much


    venom inside of me right now it would be the cherry on the cake. Hit me, so I can stab him with my


    shoe and be done with him forever.


    Alexi shoves me back angrily halting my blows, ring at me furiously but I won’t back down. I fly right


    back at him, pping at his chest and hating him with everything I have in me. All that pent-up anger,


    hurt, heartbreak I harbour, and grudge for the past weeksing together in one overly emotional blow


    out and aim all my loathing I have for this man in hitting him.


    ‘You’re aplete fucking psycho … Jealous fucking arsehole! This man did nothing to me!!’


    Gino intervenes, pushing his arm between us to hold me back while Alexi bustles up to m back at


    me a second time, icy re and body poised to fight once more, but I do not give a shit. No fear, no


    intimidation at his stance or res. I want to tear his god damn head off. I am not scared of him


    anymore!


    ‘Didn’t look like that from where I was standing!’ Alexi roars at me, craning over his brother’s arm as he


    leans in at me and I aim a p at his face.


    ‘Then you’re a fucking moron … who’s fucking blind!’ I snap right at him, teeth clenched.


    Gino’s faster, catches my wrists and pulls me away, trying to be referee between us, but I resort to feet


    instead, struggling to get free and aim any kick I can at him. I am determined to wound him in any


    physical way I can.


    ‘I tripped, he picked me up you fucking psychopath. That didn’t warrant beating him to death! You’re


    completely unhinged, you know that?’ I scream at him through tears and rage and Alexi doesn’t even


    flinch when one connects with his thigh.


    ‘Bullshit. Knocked me back and found yourself another mug to fleece right? Flirting all night and then


    took great delight in a knock back. Once a whore always a whore! I should have known it was all an


    act.’ He spits it at me venomously. Rage and hatred thick between us once more, and I forget


    everything nice I might have thought about him tonight. It was all fake. He has a cheek using me of


    acting.


    There he is, that sadistic bastard prick I fucking hate. I knew it was too good to be true that he was


    being docile and reasonable these past weeks.


    All of it was the game I thought it was, and he has just confirmed it. Alexi isn’t anything like he pretends


    to be, this is the real face of that utter arsehole. He cannot hide his true self for long—Devil fucking


    incarnate.


    This time Gino isn’t fast enough and I p Alexi in the face hard. Palm stinging with the shooting,


    burning pain as the noise echoes like a thwack in the unusual quiet out here. He doesn’t even react,


    even though it had to have hurt him as much as it did me. He just res harder.


    ‘Go fuck yourself. I fucking hate you.’ I bite cruelly.


    ‘Feeling’s mutual, baby cakes; can’t believe I ever thought it could be any different between us.’ Alexi’s


    sadistic tone, full on icy and nasty and it’s like a wee friend. I know where I stand with this man,


    this arsehole, this cold, evil and cruel piece of shit who would as soon shoot me in the face as look at


    me. It’s nice to know right here is some real honesty between us.


    ‘Bite me! You’re never going to change.’ It’s equally cold and direct and theck of emotion in my voice


    gives me a little of my pride back. I can do him nowadays it seems—learning from the master himself.


    ‘Enough!’ Gino is pushing us apart and this time Alexi shoves his arms away aggressively and turns


    away from me with that inhuman indifference I havee to expect.


    ‘Keep her … She’s nothing to me. I’m done with this bullshit and her.’ He pushes both of us to one side


    with an easy sweep, expelling some of his aggression, and storms down the hallway back to the exit.


    Jackson and his other cousin Marcus walk in, both turning behind him and follow him straight back out


    obediently silent. A flurry of men and then he is gone.


    ‘Jesus Fucking Christ!’ Mico, a man of few words, gets up and pulls out his phone. I almost forgot he


    was here for a moment and just let my eyesnd on him as everything topples in on me. I start trying to


    get free to leave too but Gino keeps a grip on me, turning to grab me around the shoulder.


    ‘Go block the door; I need to get this shit cleaned up. Take her out to the car; she’s leaving and so is


    he.’ Mico barks at Gino bossily, and he obeys, pulling me with him despite my fighting and wriggling to


    get free and half drags me towards the door ungracefully.


    ‘Don’t fight me. We have major damage control to do and you need to shut up and behave.’ Gino snaps


    at me, sounding strangely like his brother in this second and I pipe down immediately. Senseing


    back that something major just went down here, and we could all be in a lot of trouble. It’s as sobering


    as a bucket of ice being thrown over me, and I fall mute and submissive in an instant. The realisation


    that this is serious and now we could all be up shit creek if this man is dead. I would be an essory to


    murder, not just a witness. I mean, I am here as they talk about cleaning it up!


    Holy shit!


    I stay silent and start allowing him to move me.


    As we get outside he hands me over to Jackson, who is still standing here, into his warm weing


    grasp. It looks like he was standing watch. I get the strong vibe I should y ball as I don’t want to


    be someone who goes from ‘valued’ to ‘on the disposal list’. That thought alone sends my


    stomach into a skittish mess of lurches and flips.


    ‘I’ll stay here, call the car and get her in it. You need to wait for us getting Alexi out of here.’ Gino says


    to him gruffly. Fatigue hits me hard as reality drives home and I start to shake again, head unravelling


    now I am being passed about like a fragile piece of china.


    ‘Okay. I’ll take care of Miss Cami, don’t you worry.’ Jackson nods and takes a proper two-handed


    hold of me, manhandling me with him and ushers me along a side hall that cuts through a part of the


    club to the cloakrooms instead of going via the main floor.