Bloody And Horny

ALESSANDRO’s POV

My hand tightened into fist by my side till my knuckles turned white.

‘’Bella…I swear to God I’ll kill—‘’

The sound of her soft breathing stopped my words in my throat.

‘’She’s asleep.’’ Dom muttered, a smile corking across his lips.

I’d never seen him look so….happy.

‘’We’ll kill Vittorio. Together.’’ He muttered, his eyes dilating as darkness lace in them. 

My jaws ticked.

Vittorio Conti was a dead man walking. 

For every cold word he had spat about his own daughter, for every lock he had turned on her in the dark, I was going to strip his empire down to ash and make him beg on his knees for death long before I granted it to him.

‘’She’s beautiful.’’ Dom’s word cut through my thoughts. He reached across the bed, his hand brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed cheek. 

‘’She is.’’ I murmured under my breath, reaching to stroke her damp skin until her body completely relaxed.

Suddenly, a quiet knock echoed at the bedroom door.

The door opened an inch, and the lead housekeeper stepped into the dim light, her face pale. “Bosses... you have a visitor outside the gates.”

Domenico and I exchanged a sharp glance. 

A visitor?

This was private villa.

No one, absolutely no one had the address.

I carefully slid my arm out from under Bella’s head, tucking the heavy duvet around her shoulders before stepping out of bed. 

We pulled on our shirts and pants before gliding out of her room silently. 

‘’Which bastard do you think that is?’’ Domenico asked; his voice called as we took long strides outside the villa.

Zico.

The arrogant, loud-mouthed lapdog of the Moretti family, our main rivals in the city’s underworld.

‘’That bastard.’’ I murmured under my breath, my hand tightening into fist.

Behind him stood at least fifteen heavily armed men, their shadows stretching long across the driveway, glinting with tactical daggers, machetes, and suppressed handguns.

Zico grinned, a filthy, yellow-toothed smile breaking across his face. “Well…the kings finally found a throne they can’t protect. We tracked your routes, twins. We know every inch of this perimeter now.”

He gestured mockingly toward the armed men behind him. “Our men just hijacked your shipment at the docks. You’ll be getting the call in a few minutes. It’s over. Give up your position as kings of the underworld and bow out quietly.”

Domenico tilted his head, a maniacal laugh escaping his throat. “Are you standing on our lawn telling us you have a death wish, Zico?”

“No!’’ Zico sneered, his eyes flashing with greasy confidence. “The only ones with a death wish are you two. And once my boys drag your corpses off the floor, I’m personally going inside to fuck that little whore you’ve been keeping tucked away in your house for the past month.”

The air around us froze. 

My hand clenched even tightly, a wave of fury exploding in my chest. Beside me, I heard the faint, terrifying sound of Domenico’s knuckles cracking.

Zico laughed, his shoulders rising like he’d already won the fight. 

He raised his hand. “Take them down!”

They rushed us all at once, their daggers and weapons flying in the air. 

My chest flared from anger.

The absolute audacity!

Domenico stepped inside the first man’s guard, snapping his throat with a single, sickening twist of his bare hands before ripping the tactical blade from his dying fingers. 

I dodged a swinging machete, ducking beneath the blade to drive my elbow straight into an attacker’s sternum, feeling the bone cave beneath the force.

We were quick, quicker that they were, taking them down with brutality. Blood sprayed across the white gravel. Bones shattered. 

Within minutes, fourteen bodies lay silent and broken on the stone.

Zico’s eyes widened and he tried to make a run for it. But Domenico was faster. 

He grabbed Zico by the back of his collar, slamming his face hard against the hood of an armored SUV.

Rage collided in my chest as I walked forward and dragged him by the hair, staring at his bloodied, swollen face and the pure terror now carved on it. 

He was a weeping mess. 

“Please!” He sobbed, clutching his broken nose. “Spare me! Please, Alessandro—spare my life!”

I looked down at him, my heart hammering against my chest. “I’ll spare your life, Zico.’’ I rasped, my voice deathly calm. “Except you won't have a dick left to fuck anyone ever again.”

I pulled a heavy hunting knife from my belt. 

Domenico pinned Zico’s shoulders to the gravel while I sliced straight through his trousers, severing his length in one swift, brutal stroke.

He screamed, the shriek shattering through the air as he collapsed into his own pool of blood, writhing on the ground. 

Everywhere was a mess.

We were soaked, bloodied.

I pushed open the door to the villa and my legs froze.

My heart started to beat heavily in my chest and the air in my lungs seized to exist.

Isabella was standing near the foot of the staircase, her eyes wide and legs tethered to the ground as she stared at us with wide mouth.

Her eyes raked through us, through the blood dripping down our bodies.

My heart toppled violently in my chest. 

A tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

Was he going to run?

Would she hate us? Feel repulse by us?

Before I could utter a word, I watched her run towards us instead of backing away like I would’ve expected. 

She skidded to a halt right in front of me, her hands shaking as she reached out, her face pale with pure, unadulterated panic.

“Oh my God!’’ She breathed, her voice cracking as her fingers hovered over the bleeding slash on my arm before cupping Domenico’s bruised jawline. “Are you injured? Who did this to you? Are you okay?”

My chest constricted.

She wasn’t….scared?

Something snapped violently inside my chest. 

Before she could pull her hands away, I grabbed her waist, dragging her flush against my blood-stained chest. 

Domenico stepped up behind her, his large hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her head back until her lips parted in a sharp, startled gasp.

“Alessandro—” she choked out.

I didn't let her finish.

I dragged her towards the window overlooking the estate and spun her around, slamming her chest flat against the cold glass.

I pinned her hand above her head while Domenico yanked her robe completely open. 

‘’You don’t fucking know what you’re doing, Bella!’’ I growled in her ear, my blood-stained fingers digging into her hips as I unbuckled my belt. “You have no fucking idea!’’

‘’Alessandro what—‘’

Her words hung in her tongue as I drove myself straight into her tight, slick center from behind, slamming her body hard against the windowpane.

Isabella shrieked, her palms slapping against the glass, leaving smudges as I set a wild, ruthless pace. 

‘’You’re fucking ours, you get that?!’’ I rasped, a loud groan escaping my lips as I thrusted into her, my hand tightening around her hair as I yanked it forward.

Her breath grew uneven, coming out in ragged gasps. ‘’YES!’’

I pulled out immediately, giving space for Domenico to step in.

He pressed her hard against the window and arched her butt forward before burying his thick length into her.

She gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she started to grind her hips against his neck, her hand pressing tightly against the glass.

Through the glass, I could see the bloody remains on the people we had just killed.

Isabella kept her eyes laced on them as she took us in, her moans filling the villa.

That incited something deep in me.

We too turns fucking her senseless right there against the glass, claiming every breath, every sob and every inch of her body until she completely shattered beneath us.