Chapter 109 Skeleton in the closet.
Alessandro's POV
It took my days to process everything
I couldn't wrap my head around everything I had found out
I was such a big fucking idiot.
Nikolai wasn't wrong at all.
I was living in Igor's Shadow.
A fucking puppet.
That was all I was to him.
But I was done.
"She's not still awake. She's not picking up to treatment." Stefan said, sighing weakly as he dropped his call.
Ivano really didn't let me see her.
I went back again and again and got thrown out.
I just wanted to see her face.
Apologize to her.
Hold her hand.
Beg her to stay alive.
Promise her that I'd do better.
Plead for her forgiveness.
Fuck.
"I need to talk to Igor." I told Stefan and Nikolai whose eyes were already on me, waiting for my next instruction.
"You need company?" Nikolai cracked his knuckles
He was really waiting to have a hit at Igor.
Stefan too.
They both hated him like i did since I shared the true story and my speculations.
"I need to do this alone. Find my mother." I told them, walking out of the building.
Many thoughts on what to do to him played in my head.
Shouldn't I just spare myself the too much talking and just shoot him right in the chest?
Do I poison him and watch him beg for his last breath?
Do I torture him to death?
They were a lot.
My blood boiled, my heart racing like a treadmill.
Or worse than that.
All I saw was red
And if care was not taken, his blood was going to complement it.
"The boss is having a private meeting." One of his guards told me.
I nodded, marching straight to that room.
I had to confirm my suspicions.
"Don, this room is -" His words got stuck in his throat, his hands raised up to the air as I pointed my gun to his head.
He slowly moved back, watching me break the lock.
Once I entered inside and flickered the light switch on, my breath hitched.
My eyes ran across the large board, taking the different pictures of Maria from different locations and different angles.
"Fucking obsessed." I growled under my breath.
I found a diary on the table, flipping through it.
My eyes stung with tears as I read through important pages. There were talks about different girls, my mother, teammates that lost their lives because they talked to Maria..
This man was a psychopath.
I pulled out the drawer, holding my breath. The first thing I saw was an underwear.
Pinned to it was a date and a text.
4th March.
The day I almost fucked her after a long while of deprivation.
More attempts to come until I finally have you, Maria.
I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white.
I tore down the pictures from the board, except that of my mother.
She was a pawn in his game all along.
My eyes dropped down to a part of the diary that had flipped open. My breath seized for a while, my eyes watering.
It read; "can't believe this bitch allowed herself get pregnant for me. It was supposed to be Maria."
I tore out the paper, picking the underwear with it. With red eyes and heavy steps, I marched down to his office, marching the door open.
Their eyes snapped to me, giving me all their attention. My father's eyes roamed down my body, landing on the underwear.
His eyes widened in shock.
"Alessandro."
"How could you?" I placed the paper and underwear on the table, ignoring the other board members from the office.
"Let's take this somewhere." He growled lowly, walking close to me.
"Why? You don't want them to know how obsessed and psychotic you are? You don't want people to know that you're a fucking rapist!" I screamed, my voice roaring loud.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled back, his eyes burning holes into mine.
"You lied too me, Igor. All my life, I had held you up at high esteem but I was fucking wrong. You're a fucking liar." I pointed at him.
"You don't know what you're saying. I did everything -"
"Out of your own selfish interest. You're just a sick fucker, Igor!" I shoved his chest, not minding if his leg was good or not.
I scrubbed my hand up and down my face harshly. "Mum left because of you. You cheated on her. You treated her like an option because that was all she was to you. You only got married to her just to get to Maria Salvatore, her friend."
His mouth fell open, his eyes shone in surprise and shock.
I laughed bitterly. "Nothing stays hidden forever, Igor."
"I loved your mother and you equally. I wasn't obsessed or however you put it. I know it's Ivano who's feeding you these lies!" He yelled.
Scoffing, I picked up the undies with the paper. "Then what is this doing in your 'forbidden room', Igor. An underwear of a woman you tried to rape. It's even in the text you attached to it."
He tried to snatch it but I moved it away from his reach. "You'd rot in jail, Igor."
"You wouldn't dare." His frowned, his eyes growing dark. "That's not enough evidence. I could be framed by you."
"Wait till they see your diary and all the weird stuffs you have in your room." I smirked.
"Alessandro..."
"Don't fucking call me! I can't believe you." I pinched the bridge of my nose with my free hand. "You acted like the fucking perfect father in my front when all these while, you were the fucking villain. The reason my mother left. The reason I am what I am today!"
"We can talk things out." He lowered his voice, stretching his hand to take the undies
"No. We can talk through our lawyers, in court. Igor, I'll make sure you rot in jail." It was a promise.
"I am your father!" He yelled only to groan, holding his chest.
"You never wanted me." I used one of the cup on the table to put the undies, slapping the paper on his chest.
His jaw ticked, holding the paper to his face. He sucked in breath harshly. "I... I..."
"Save it. I don't fucking care about your explanation." I told him. "Just pray nothing happens to my woman in there or else, I'd make sure ..." I walked closer to him, leaning to his ears.
"I'll kill you silently, Igor."
Eyeing him one last time, I stepped back. "See you in court, Igor Bianchi."
"Alessandro! You get back here."
I turned away, walking out
"Ale - "
"Sir! Sir!"
"Help! He's dying."
"Is he breathing?"
I paused, turning towards the room. He clutched his chest, shaking on the ground.
"Somebody get help!" His board members yelled.
"Rot in hell." I muttered lowly, turning away amidst the commotion.
Just as I got to my car, holding the door, my phone rang.
It was from Nikolai.
Was he calling me to confirm Igor's death?
So soon?
Rolling my eyes, I clicked on the green answer button.
"Yes?"
He sniffled, his voice low. "Alessandro. Madison is... She's dying, bro."
"No. She can't. She can't die." I forgot to hang up, leaving my phone on the ground where it fell, alongside the evidence I had against Igor.
I dived into my car, speeding up.
Please baby.
Please don't do this to me.
I promise, I'll be good.
Please.
My eyes watered, tears streaming down my cheek. My heart drummed harshly against my ribcage.
My body trembled in fear.
"Please Madison." I cried out, my eyes blurring from my tears.
Before I could blink it away, I was already close to the express road.
A trailer's horn blared, alerting me of it's coming but I was already on a high speed to even hold my brake, crashing into it.
The car compressed into my body, the glass from windscreen ripping me open.
My whole body was stuck.
Blood dripping down from my forehead.
My leg felt immobile.
My heart beat raced slowly.
The smell of fuel leaking, infiltrated my nostrils. Smoke choked me up, making my eyes water.
Boom!
The car lit up in fire.
Consuming me.
Ending my story.