My Angel 3

CHAPTER 2

Alessio's pov~

The drive home was fast, thank fuck for that. I thought I was slowly going insane. Nobody spoke a word during the drive. My eyes were only on Ayla. I watched her, waiting for any indication that she was okay. But she stayed unconscious. Unmoving.

I caressed her, touching her, waiting for her to wake up. But nothing. Not even a twitch. Nothing to give me a little peace. When the car finally stopped, I opened the door and climbed out with Ayla still in my ams. viktor came to take her, but I walked past him, carrying Ayla close to my chest.

There is no fucking way he was holding her again. It took everything in me to hand her over to him before.

No, I needed Ayla. I had to hold her myself. I needed her close to me, knowing that she was finally safe in my arms.

My wounded leg dragged behind me as I walked inside. without stopping. I made my way upstairs to my room. The door was already open. I walked inside to find Lena standing by the bed. She rushed toward me as soon as I stepped into the room.

Nikolay already called. I have the tub filled," she muttered, stopping in front of me. Lena leaned forward. She sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of Ayla.

Tears filled her eyes. "My sweet child."

"You should clean Ayla up before I have a look at her," I heard Sam say behind me. I walked past him and into the bathroom, I sat on the edge, setting Ayla on my lap.

Lena helped me pull off the jackets wrapped around her shoulders. Holding the shredded dress, l ripped off what was left of it from her body. Let me clean her up. Youre bleeding all over the floor, Alessio. Sam can look at your leg while I take care ot Ayla, Lena suggested.

"No," I snapped. There was no way someone else was going to take care of Ayla. Not even Lena. I would bathe her. I would take care of her. She was mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to love. After almost four months, I finally had her in my arms. I wasn't letting her go anytime soon.

"Alessio," Lena sighed but didn't push.

Standing up, I gently placed Ayla into the warm water I winced when my leg made contact with the floor. It hurt ike a bitch. Pinching my eyes closed, I ignored the bump for a second before focusing on Ayla again.

I held Ayla in a sitting position, letting the warm water envelop her body. She was still so cold, and I feared she would never warm up again. Lena knelt behind Ayla's head and made quick work of shampooing and washing her hair. The water turned a dirty brown, the smell touching my nostrils, almost making me choke

I'm sorry. So, so sorry, Angel. She was in more pain than I had thought. And I had no idea how I was going to bring her back to me. I was scared that we were forever broken.

I ran my hand over her neck and arms. when my hand neared her stomach, I paused, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Of all the scenarios I had running in my head, this was not one of them. How did Ayla live in that hellhole in this state? How did she stay alive?

Taking a deep breath, I slowly rubbed my hand on her stomach. It was rigid, and the skin felt tight. My throat burned and my heart broke, I didn't know how to feel about this him...or her?

"Alessio." Lena called

I turned my head to see Lena staring at me expectantly. I ignored the look of sympathy on her face and turned my attention to Ayla again. Squirting some soap in my hand, I quickly washed her legs and then her back. When I was done, I pulled Ayla out of the water.

Lena quickly drained the dirty water. I placed Ayla in the empty tub again, washing her again, making sure she was cleaned from all filth. I poured water