Second Bride Young Master
CHAPTER 42 | Hold On

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Lyra's been here for two days. He was no longer tied to the chair. But he was left alone in this dark room. They gave him food and drink through a small hole under the door.

Alberto did not visit him again after their meeting. Lyra is really desperate right now.

He missed Alessio very much. Where is that guy? did Alessio bother looking for him?

He should think positively. Of course Alessio was looking for him, all he did was hold on until the man came.

Lyra had heard the guards in front saying that they were going to have someone important coming today.

The girl was curled up in the corner of the room. Hugged himself. The room was very cold, and Lyra was very cold when night came. His teeth were churning withstanding the cold.

His eyes returned tears. Really, he was scared to be here. Every night he had to listen to the outside guards' voices giggling how they fantasized about wanting to vouch for him.

Lyra can't even sleep. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, the wicked men would come and do something that he did not.

His throat was dry, they had not given him a drink all day. His body also felt weak, even to move his hands just need extra energy.

Slowly her eyes were heavy, and with the rest of her consciousness, Lyra whispered Alessio's name like a prayer.

"Old"

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Alessio's fist made contact with the man in front of him. His voice was deafening in this room. Everyone is silent —waiting for the next command from Underboss.

Alessio did not feel anything when the baj* coward before him received the tip of his fist. The victim was in pain. Alessio pulled out a chair and sat himself in front of the ill-fated man.

The man looked at Alessio through his swollen eyes. His face was battered with blood where. His lips were torn to the point of drawing blood at the end. The base of his nose was also broken to a nosebleed.

His mouth was open, but the sound of the voice coming was soft enough to be heard. Samar can hear Alessio, "If you want to kill me then do it, I don't know where he is"

It had been two hours since Alessio forced the man to speak and was tied to a chair with Alessio beating him up. But the baj*ngan man in front of him also did not open his mouth.

It's been two days that Lyra was taken away. Alessio did not care if in the space of two days he had killed seven members of the Cosa Nostra, if necessary he would slaughter the entire organization to get Lyra back.

It doesn't matter if it causes war.

Leaning himself forward, Alessio grabbed his little finger. He saw the face of the man before him already shaking in panic.

Alessio didn't care.

He bent the finger in the opposite direction. Making a cracking sound was heard along with the scream of the man before him. The man's body trembled and revolted wanting to escape.

Alessio won't let him. There is no forgiveness at all for this man.

Not until the Lyra is found.

His screams were still resonating around the room as Alessio grabbed two more fingers, bending them to an impossible angle until a cracking sound was heard. This time half of his finger was completely dislodged with bones and flesh visible at the tip.

"A—aku ti...no ta...hu". Reply the man was brick apart behind his cries —looks at his finger that is not connected.

Theo grabbed the man's hair in his hand and made him pull the man's head back. Before the man could protest, Theo had already taken the wet cloth that had been previously put in the freezer and covered the entire face with the cloth. Closing his circulatory lines until the man rebelled behind his bound body.

"I'll ask you one last time, where's Lyra?!". Snapped Alessio while pushing the man's chair.

The man shook his head several times. "I-I don't know....Me—they didn't tell me".

Alessio's fist hit his stomach along with Theo who again covered the man's face with a wet cloth earlier. It was wetter this time, and Alessio could confirm that the water was filling the water and his nose. Shed him.

When Alessio saw the body of the man who had given up on life, he nodded at Theo.

Alessio's body rises above the body of a man who is not because of his shape. Alessio looked at him with all the hate he had.

Alessio's finger wrapped around his hand, and Alessio pressed it hard, twisting until his wrist was bent under his hand. His eyes widened as a scream came out from his throat. "Please ... Kill ... I ..." He begged, fought but was too weak to fight. He knew his death was coming. And he begged for it.

Bed*bah shit!

Pulling the gun, Alessio aimed at the man's knee. Then pulling the trigger, a bullet plunged through his kneecap creating a hole through which fresh blood flowed.

The man shouted. And Alessio chuckled complacently. The monster within him roared in laughter. Demand more blood to be shed. The blood of her panculik princess.

Another shot sounded. The bullet was fired again, this time at the other knee. Her screams screeched—poked Alessio's ear. However it is not enough —and will never be enough.

Alesaio reached into his pocket and pulled out a spiral knife. The man's eyes widened, and he shook his head, his whimpering getting louder. He thought Alessio would end his life easily. How naive she is.

Theo smiled and took out his knife as well. One iris on his neck. Quickly and quickly, his blood was flowing downstairs in the cold and his bone was visible. The man made a gurgling sound, blood flowing from the incision of the blade at an accelerated rate.

But it's not over. Haven't. Alessio held his knife tightly in his hand, then scratched it into his chest, right in his heart. His mouth opened in a mute scream, his blood spraying all around them.

The floor was covered with fresh blood. The air smelled of death and the smell of copper and fishy blood. Alessio grinned as he convulsed and then collapsed against the chair, eyes wide open. They're so scared that he's lifeless. Only the other dead bodies are amazing.

A footstep came between the silence of the room. Alessio turned his body, with all his clothes covered in blood. And a murderous expression was still on his face.

Aleksei entered the room. Not at all affected by it all as if it was a normal state.

"We have guests"

Alessio took a handkerchief. Then rubbed his blood-filled hand with it.

"Who?"

"Alberto Moretti"

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