Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 190

ALEX

Blood splatters all over the walls as I throw the son of a bitch against the wall.

He lets out a painful groan but that doesn't hold me back from gripping his hair and hitting him again and again.

“Alex, you've hit him enough. The fucker is in the middle of making amends.” Luca releases a puff of smoke as he leans against the wall.

“Shut up. I'm coming for your ass once I'm done with him.” I growl as I pull Zayan’s hair and hit it against the wall.

“You must have a death wish for doing the shit you did! I held onto your secret for her sake but you had to go and summon the monster inside me didn't you?”

Zayan coughs up blood, but I don’t release my grip. I slam him again, this time harder, the sickening crack of his skull hitting the concrete echoes through the apartment.

I raided his shitty place and if I didn't see how filthy it is, I would have gone after Ethan next. He made a wise choice to cut him off financially.

He slumps, but I yank him back by the collar, keeping him upright because I want his eyes to see my dark ones so he will remember. I want every time he closes his eyes, my look to haunt him.

“She rarely trusts people. Yet she trusted you with a secret and you used it for your selfish gain, putting her and my son in danger!” My voice is vibrating with anger and all I see is fucking red.

If not for the fact that Athena wants him to give the victim's family closure, I would have splattered his fucking brains against the wall.

He gasps, his breath ragged. “I didn’t have a choice- oumf”

I punch him in the ribs so hard his body folds over my fist.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Alex,” Luca warns again, but I don’t even glance his way.

The fucker is next.

Zayan blinks through the blood streaming down his face, his lip trembling.

“I was trying to fix it-” he sputters.

I let out a dark laugh, cold and vicious.

“Fix it, you thought leaking and manipulating the story would clean your mess? You put a target on her back.”

I slam him to the floor. He groans in pain, crawling as blood drips from his mouth, but I step on his hand crushing his fingers until I hear the break.

He screams.

I kneel beside him, my voice low, calm, and deadly. “If she had cried one more night because of you... if Rayen had seen her afraid even once... I would've gutted you in front of every man you sold your soul to.”

Zayan wheezes. “I will make it right… i swear!”

I grab the back of his neck and shove his face to the ground.

“You don't get to swear shit. You knew what you were doing the second you sent that box to that idiot. Had my uncle not saved him by taking it, I would have tied your asses against each other.”

I press harder. He whimpers under me.

“Alex,” Luca says again, but this time his tone has an edge to it, “You're gonna kill him.”

“I should.”

“You do, and this doesn’t stay in our circle. You know that. She will find out.”

“That's the only thing keeping me from ripping his heart out. Now listen you prick,”

I pause, my breathing rough, my hand trembling with rage.

Then I slowly let go, rising to my feet and glaring down at the sorry mess of a man bleeding on the carpet.

I hate messy situations.

Zayan looks up at me,

“Can I just say sorry to her? Please.”

I must have hit his head too hard. I give him my coldest smile,

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