Chapter 50 All because of you
Madison's POV
I was lost in my own world
My eyes stared into empty space, my mind running with various thoughts.
Alessandro walked inside the office with Adrianne, making my spine straighten.
My whole body became alert.
The frown returned to my face when my eyes met his. It was all his fault that I missed her.
I was mad at him.
"Oh my goodness, Madison!" Adrianne rushed to hug me, holding me tight like I was going to slip away if she didn't.
My eyes never left Alessandro. His scowl deepened as he pulled Adrianne backwards by her arm.
"That's not why I brought you here." Alessandro scowled. "I leave her in your control and you let her slip away?"
Adrianne looked at me, a sad look on her face. "I.. I was carried away. I am sorry, Madison."
"Sorry is not enough!" Alessandro yelled, making her flinch.
Having had enough of him talking for me, I interjected. "Oh it is." He raised his eyebrow at me, confused and also amused that I spoke back.
"Nice one Adrianne. You've infected her with your virus." He glowered at Adrianne who had this proud smirk on her face.
Then he turned to me.
"It's not time for you to talk. Trust me you have a lot of explanation to do, Madison." He warned me, pointing at me.
I rolled my eyes, turning to Adrianne. "I'm sorry I left. I was going to come back. I just wanted to ... I thought I saw someone I knew."
"Come with me." Alessandro snatched me away from Adrianne by my forearm, dragging me roughly.
"Alessandro! Alessandro it's me you want to talk to. Please don't put it on her." Adrianne begged, following us. "It was all my idea!"
With Alessandro, no explanation was enough.
He stopped, turning to the guard. "Don't let her follow us."
"If you dare touch me." Adrianne sneered but the guard wouldn't listen as he blocked her, taking in her hits and punches.
I mouthed 'It's all good' to her, smiling over my shoulder as Alessandro dragged me away.
If Alessandro was mad, I was madder. If that was a word.
When we got inside the room, he tossed me on the bed like I weighed nothing. His eyes raked my body in disgust.
"This is what you wore outside? For what? Male attention?" He pointed at my dress.
My eye fell to the dress which had ridden up, showing off a good amount of flesh on my thigh. I pulled it down, covering up away from his ferocious glare.
"I leave you for 3 days and you decided that it was best to live the life of a whore?" He scoffed, pulling me by my hair. "And this? I fucking warned you not to touch your hair!"
I struggled to get out of his grip but that only worsened the condition as his grip became tighter.
"Ouch!" I winced, still struggling.
"Maybe you'd listen after this." He roughly let go of my hair, rushing out of the room.
My heart beat accelerated, wondering what was about to befall me. I looked at the window, contemplating if I should run.
My legs moved until they stopped in front of it, looking down. It didn't look that bad to jump down from but I would surely hurt myself.
That would be better than waiting for whatever he was planning.
I had already opened the window when a hand gripped my hair hard, pulling me backward, away from the window.
I turned to face his feral gaze, my mouth falling open at the sight of the knife in his hand. My body froze in shock.
"Al... Alessandro..."
"I wouldn't have you disobey me however you want." He pushed the knife to my face. I gasped out loud, jerking back.
My eyes stung with tears, my hand trembling badly. "Please... Please let me explain."
"It's too late."
In split seconds he swiped the knife forward, making me shut my eyes instinctively, waiting for the pain; my yells were at the verge of slipping out from the awaited impact.
When I didn't feel any pain but instead heard sound of something shredding, I opened my eyes. Littered on the ground were red chunk of hair.
"What are you doing?" I questioned but he ignored me, just busy cutting the hair with full determination.
"It's a wig and you're destroying it!" I cried out, pushing him away. His hands paused it's movement mid air. "It's a wig." I repeated, pushing the hands with the knife away.
"Then why didn't you fucking say so?" He glared at me, his other hand still curled around the hair. "Show me. Show me your hair." He eyed me in distrust.
Annoyed, I removed his hand from my hair, pulling off the hair from the front little by little. It was installed and so it wasn't really something you could easily remove
He helped me out, a bit impatient. When I finally removed it, he pulled me close, burying his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply.
"Let go" I struggled to break out of his grip, my heart clenching. "Let go of me." I pushed him away, the tears breaking loose.
My legs gave up on me as I fell to the ground, my shoulders shook violently.
The emotions were too much for me to handle. I had been holding myself not to cry but I couldn't anymore.
"Why are you crying?" He cooed, his voice low. Slowly, he crouched down to my level, dropping the knife on the ground.
I raised my face up, my red puffed eyes on him. "Its all because of you!" I poked his chest. He didn't flinch, his expression stern.
"Why? Because I scolded you for wanting to fit into the life you don't belong? The life of a whore?" He spat. "Madison, if you want to be a whore, trust me I wouldn't hesitate to hire you out to both older and elderly men for a good fuck and trust me, I'd earn a lot from having your pussy being rough handled by those men."
My face scrunched up in disgust. "It's not about that!" I screamed, annoyed.
His face contorted in confusion. "Then what is it about?" He held my face up by my chin, his eyes boring to mine. His onyx eyes had grown soft. "Tell me."
I sniffed. "My... My mother."
"What happened to your mother?" His eyes zeroed on my face, trying to understand me.
"It's all your fault. If only you had not stopped me." I slapped his chest before pushing him by his chest, falling him to the ground. He landed with his butt, his eyes hardened.
I covered my mouth, the tears still slipping down my cheeks. I wanted to apologize but a part of me concluded that he deserved it so I didn't apologize.
"Was that the reason you were standing outside?" He asked, his voice calm.
I nodded, looking at the ground.
What he did next shocked me. I couldn't even react properly as my body felt like it was stuck.
He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his arms up and down my arm soothingly.
"I'm ..." He spoke but paused halfway. I looked up, startled at the emotion that swirled in his eyes.
Guilt.
Regret.
Pain.
They were a lot.
His thumb brushed the tears away from my cheek. I shut my eyes, sighing softly after a while.
"You wouldn't have known anyway. I.. I am -"
"I'm sorry, Raven." He spoke up, too fast that I almost missed it.
My mouth fell open, my eyes fluttering in surprise and shock.
Did... Did the Don just apologize to me?
"Can you... Can you repeat what you just said?"