Chapter 16~ A Note

Chapter 16

Stacy

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There’s nothing quite like that post-period horniness—a ravenous itch you just can’t scratch, especially when you’re lying in bed with your bones still aching like a 90-year-old grandma who fell down the stairs.

It’s been a week since that damn incident with Vincenzo and his Irish bastards, a week since I thought I’d die thrice in the same day, a week since I survived that damn crash— and my body still feels like it was wrung out and left to dry.

Aurelio might as well have smirked at me while driving us into that wreck; I’m still convinced the bastard did it on purpose.

A little “oops” to keep me in line, silenced and out of the way.

Well, mission accomplished.

By the time I woke up that day, I was back in Vincenzo’s little slice of hell—a room so perfect it makes me want to scream.

The bandage on my head was tight enough to make my brain throb, but what really got under my skin was the collar still around my neck, his name etched into it like I’m som