The Supreme Commander Returns

Chapter 2

Chapter Two - Alassia in Trauma

"Leave my mummy!!"

"Leave my mummy!!"

Julie cried, sprinting to the thug despite her trauma, tugging the thug back from reaching her mother.

"Get your filthy hands off me, little bug." The thug shoved her back and Julie hit the fall with a sharp crack, his wrist joint dislocating.

She stayed on the floor, whimpering, tears spilling down from her small eyes.

The thug walked over to Alessia who was already exhausted from the suffering. He gripped the neck curve of the old dress she was wearing and ripped it down.

"No...mummy.." Julie cried, her tears spilling fast.

Natasha threw her head back as she burst into a maniacal laughter out of cruel amusement.

Alessia was exposed, the cold air coming in through the broken window hit her like something physical. She folded on herself, her body curled painfully against her belly where she'd been hit before, she wrapped her arms around her legs, shaking and shedding tears.

Her family detested her to the point of using her as a settlement for the family loan. After she persistently refused to marry Viktor Cross, the powerful heir of the Cross family, unknown to her that her family wanted to use her as debt settlement under the disguise of arranged marriage.

When she refused and the family knew he slept with another man, they stripped her of everything that once belonged to her. Alessia was faced with constant humiliation, she was treated like a stain on the family's expensive dress.

When Viktor Cross started threatening the family for the huge debt settlement which they still couldn't pay, they decided to force Alessia into giving in to use her to clear the family's debt.

Her pain was tangible; The sharp metallic taste of blood from the cut that burns her lips, pain seared through her spine where she'd hit her back against the wall while trying to protect her daughter. Her vision started to blur as exhaustion slowly overwhelmed her, and yet she kept muttering her daughter's name.

One thug leered at her body, licking the bottom of his lips.

"Ms. Natasha, she's actually hot," he smirked dirty, "It won't be bad if we go one round each on her."

"You moron," Another thug chipped in even though his eyes were carrying greedy interest. "Young Master Cross will have your head if you touch her property."

Scarface, the leader of the thug, thick-necked, tall and muscular with ink covering his both arms pulled out his ringing phone.

"Yes, young master Cross. We got them." He said, "we'll bring them to the base."

"The young master wants them in the base immediately." His voice was deep and rough.

Natasha stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply. "Take away the girl first," he said, "I have unfinished business with her mother." The corner of her lips twitched with a wicked smirk.

One thug walked over to Julie and jerked her up. He hoisted him to his shoulder and started walking towards the exit.

Julie screamed, hitting the thug with weak punches.

"Mummy help!! Mummy help me!!" She screamed, swinging her legs wildly to break from the thug's grip.

"Julie.."

Alessia's chest hammered hearing her cry. She jolted to her feet ignoring her pain and stumbled forward. Her knee bucked along the way, her weight crumbled to the floor heavily into the dust. A sharp crack echoed from her elbow.

"Ahh.." She whimpered.

Natasha and the thugs burst into laughter like her suffering was amusing.

Gritting her teeth through the pain, Alessia pushed up her weight from the floor but her body betrayed her again, she fell again. Her breathing became laboured. She crawled through the dust with the remnants of strength she gathered.

Natasha laughed at the sight like it was entertaining to watch her step-sister suffer.

"This," she smirked, "is satisfying to watch."

Alessia crawled to her feet, tears spilling from her eyes fast.

He clung to Natasha's leg like a lifeline. "Please..let Julie go.. please..I'll do everything you say..I'll do anything." Her voice cracked, desperate to save her daughter.

Natasha crouched to her, her smirk tight and satisfying.

"Not so hard. Is it, dear sister?" She tilted her head slightly, a cruel grin spreading over her face. "You could have been more reasonable earlier. Now you have to watch the little scum from your one night stand suffer and get dragged away like a doll. It's a shame you couldn't even fight for her, and that has always been you. You're weak. You're pathetic. That is why father favors me, and gave me the family business to handle because he knows you're not capable."

Alassia didn't care about anything right now but her daughter's safety.

She stayed at Natasha's feet, gripping the hem of her gown in a tight grip.

"Please, let her go.. please."

Natasha pulled out a paper and pen.

"The 1% shares you have in the Blackwood group. Sign it now or you'll never see your little daughter again."

The 1% share was the last thing she had in the Blackwood group. She and her daughter had been surviving on it. Natasha, despite having everything, wants to take away the last thing she had.

Without double-taking, Alessia picked up the paper and wrote her signature quickly. Her daughter's life was more important than any property.

Natasha snatched the paper. She stared into it with a satisfying smirk.

"Good. Very good." She nodded. Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a silk malicious whisper. "But I'm very sorry, dear sister. You and your little daughter now belong to Viktor Cross."

She continued, her voice dripping venom.

"And let me tell you, Viktor is not going to take it easy on you. After he's finished with you on his bed, you and your daughter will be used as an object for his entertainment, or maybe he'll auction you and your daughter somewhere different. Your fatherless child will grow up knowing that her mother was a whore, a weak thing that couldn't protect her. And she'll curse you everyday. You will regret every moment of the rest of your life."

Alessia started shaking in anger and fear.

She lunged, throwing a punch packed with everything in her.

"You crazy!!!"

Her punch connected with Natasha's face, sending her staggering back. Her back hit the wall with a sharp crack. She doubled over, holding her face in sheer surprise. She flew into rage.

"You crazy woman!!" She spat. "Hold her!"

Two thugs pinned Alessia on the spot.

Natasha walked over to her and struck her face.

Once!

Twice!

Thrice!

And repeatedly till she was satisfied.

Alessia's face was sore with red marks of fingers. Her head slumped, breathing with effort.

"Take away!" Natasha snapped.

The thugs moved, pulling Alassia towards the exit carelessly.

Suddenly, the door tore open clean, unhinging from the wall and flying across the room slamming the wall.

"What the heck.."

The thugs paused.

Six men wearing tactical vests rappelled through the dust, their reinforced boots crushing concrete and wood splinters.

Their presence filled the room with a threatening aura.

Lastly, a tall figure, broad shouldered and multiple insignias walked in. His cold eyes swept through the room like a blade and landed on Alessia.

His eyes narrowed with familiarity.

The jade pendant swinging on her neck caught his eyes, deepening his familiarity with this woman. He had seen this particular pendant in the past with a random woman he spent a night with ten years ago.

"When you see this, you will recognize me, Draven."

The woman had told him that night and the next morning, she disappeared before he woke up, leaving only memories with him.

Alessia forced her head up. Barely. Her eyes were glazed with tears, but despite the fogginess, she recognized the face of the man standing across from her.

"Draven." She pronounced weakly. "They took our daughter. Please save her."

She slumped to the floor unconscious.

Draven, the ruthless supreme commander who had walked through a bloody battle and returned unscathed, heard his own heart skip at the statement.

A daughter?

"So," He was thinking, "the voice on the call earlier was really his daughter's?"