Chapter 11 - Leo's P.O.V.
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Leo’s P.O.V
I close the door to her room softly, standing in place for a few seconds, my hand gripping the door handle hard.
I can’t believe what I’ve just heard. She wasn’t taken care of all those years. She was tortured. And what she told us just now is only the tip of the iceberg!
I”m going to kill him! That f*****g Bastarda! No, I won’t kill him. Not straight away! I will torture him, slice his flesh inch by inch until he begs for death, and even then, I won't grant it to him. I’ll repeat the process over and over until he bleeds to death. I will make him gurgle in his own blood and choke to death!
I make my way to my office, open the newly stocked whiskey, and pour myself a generous glass.
I take a large gulp before I hear a knock at my door.
“What?!” I grumble.
I was hoping to have a few minutes alone to gather my thoughts and compose myself before getting Mallory’s meal ready.
“Mallory’s doctor appointment must not have gone well if you’re that pissy,” Lorenzo says, looking at me worriedly.
“It went fine,” I mumble, taking another large gulp from my glass.
“From the cup you’re holding, I’d say otherwise.”
“f**k you!”
“No thanks. I’m not into incest and I’m not gay,” he chuckles.
I looked at him pointedly as I sat down in my chair.
“What happened?”
“She was tortured,” I say, closing my eyes.
“What?!” He bellows. “How?”
“She was given drugs. For years. Weekly after we took back Claire. After that f*****g accident that should never have happened!”
“You’ve got to be kidding?”
“I wish I were,” I say, massaging my temple.
“What did Dr. Sam say about that?”
“She didn’t say much. I made her leave since Mallory was getting a head hack. Sam drew some blood samples and would get back to me as soon as possible. Not much else to do in the meantime but make sure she gets plenty of rest.”
“What do you want to do about Alexender?”
“That bastarda will not survive my wrath. I guarantee you, he will pay ten-fold for what he did to my Mallory.” I say, my eyes darkening.
“When do you want to take action against him?”
“We will wait. For now, my priority is Mallory’s health. We will, however, keep tabs on him and his men, and get as much information as we can about Mallory’s doctor's visits.”
“Marco is still alive. Want to plant him as a mole?”
“No. It’s too risky. Alexander must already suspect him since we took Mallory from the art studio.”
“True. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s a well-thought-out cunning bastarda.”
“Have you talked to Claire about what’s going on?”
“No. I have not. And why would I?” I ask, furrowing my brows.
“Given she lived with him for four years, did you consider asking her if she remembers anything from that time?”
“Are you out of your f*****g mind!? Given what we know he did to Mallory, you want me to ask Claire … No, absolutely not!”
“What if Alexander did something to her too? Would you know if there are any lingering side effects?”
“It’s been five years, Lorenzo! And Claire has had many health check-ups since then. She’s had blood tests done previously. If there were anything in her blood, we would have already found it.”
“But she could also remember what they did to Mallory. From what we know, keeping Claire by her side was the only privilege she had before we took her. You know I’m right about this,” he says with exasperation.
I know he’s right, but it doesn’t mean I like that he is. I know Claire could have some valuable information. But do I really want her to remember that time in her life? What if she remembers things that will traumatize her? What if she starts fearing going to sleep?
I’ve heard Mallory’s scream many nights since I brought her back. I don’t think she even realized that she’s been having nightmares. She doesn’t seem to notice that I’ve been there every time comforting her as best I can without waking her up.
I've held her hand and softly stroked her cheek, trying to comfort her, while all I wanted to do was crawl under her blanket and hold her.
I long to feel her tightly pressed against me, kissing her while she moans from the pleasure I give her.
I shake my head and readjust myself in my chair. Lorenzo doesn’t need another reason to tease me. He’s doing it enough as it is.
I love my brother, but he takes his free pass a little too much with content.
He knows I’ll never do anything to him unless he betrays me in the worst way possible. And even then, I might spare him because he is my brother.
A soft knock on the door caught our attention.
“Daddy, can I come in?” She asks, running in, not waiting for an answer when she sees I’m with her uncle.
“What is it, Princessa?”
“I just saw Dr. Sam leave the house. Is mommy okay?” She asks nervously.
I should have known…
“We’re not sure yet. But you know Dr. Sam. She’ll do everything she can to help mommy.” I say, kissing her temple, and holding her tightly in my arms.
“Was it mommy’s head again?”
“What do you know about her head injury?” Lorenzo asks, surprised.
I give him a hard look before answering Claire’s question.
“Yes, it was. And not that you should have asked her that, but when we were cooking the other week, Mallory had a major headache that made her lose her balance.”
“It’s a good thing we were there with her. She could have hit her head again. I don't want to see her bleeding from her head. It’s scary.” She says, trembling in my arms.
“Why would you say that?” I ask, fearing I might already know the answer.
“I don’t even know if I remember it right, but, did mommy bleed a lot when you got me back?”
She remembers. Danmit!
“What do you remember from that day, Princessa?”
I don’t want to ask, but I have to.
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