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Chapter 19 Vincenzo °° °° °° °° “We’re not looking to play Shoot First Or Die First with you, because trust me, you’ll lose.” Aurelio warned. Feeling slow myself, I walked over to the bar, shoved the wide eyed waiter who out, then helped myself to a glass of the most expensive scotch. “You’ll pay for that,” The waiter blurted out. I reached into my pocket and handed him my credit card. “Sorry for my manners,” I teased. The guy collected it with eager hands, but one looked at the card and his eyes bulged in their sockets. He opened his mouth to pronounce the name but I put a finger to my lips, shushing him with a flirty wink. He must like that because I could see the visible tent beginning to form in his pants. I smirked, “Am I your type?” He swallowed, then flushed, obviously unsure how to answer that. “I— I don’t want to get involved in whatever this is.” I gave him a disappointed look, “Why? You don’t want my cock in your tight little ass?” Before he cou
Chapter 20Stacy°° °° °° °°I’d never really believed in luck, especially the good kind.But whatever made the two guards at the door leave by the time I creaked it open the third time—well, it was too early to reach a conclusion as to what it was. Maybe luck, maybe something else entirely that was slowly pushing me to an inevitable end.Either way, I wasn’t about to question it.I quietly slipped out, the adrenaline thrumming through my veins like a drumbeat. I raced down the heavily lit hallway, my heart racing faster than my legs. It pounded against my chest as if it could tear free from my body and lead the way. Every step felt like I was defying fate, but fear sharpened my senses.I knew Vincenzo would find out soon enough that I was gone, but my only chance was to make it to the alley before anyone realized I was gone.Halfway down the hall, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I realized I wasn’t alone.Whispers came from around the corner, guards, or worse, one of
Chapter 21 Stacy°° °° °° °°“And what did you hope to accomplish?” The calm in his voice was just a front for the anger in his eyes. The glow from the moonlight cast a shadow on his jawline, which was set so firmly because he was biting too hard into the insides of his jaw.Yet the word slipped from my mouth, “Freedom.” He moved closer, his big body dominating the small space between us, stealing all the air from my combustible lungs. “You really thought you could escape me?”“I’ll have you know that I’ll never just accept to be your cuffed up, branded mouse for the rest of my life, Vincenzo.” I also moved closer so that our noses were inches apart, his demonic blue eyes boring into my dark ones, “I hate you with all that’s in me. Hate your fucking family, hate your eyes and that fucking arrogance you carry around with you.He lifted a perfectly lined dark brow, “Oh?”I took a breath for my own benefit, “As long as I have air in my lungs, I’ll always try to run from you. Even if
Chapter 22 Stacy >~~~~~“We don’t have all day, little mouse,” His voice was a low growl as he pulled me up from the floor, his grip tight around my wrist. My pulse quickened but I could barely keep up with his long strides as he started walking. I wasn’t looking to go back to being cuffed, so I tugged behind him, resisting the urge to test if the gun he’d tossed at me, which I was making my fingers itch so bad was loaded. “What is this place?” I asked. I was so annoyed to find that my voice was shaking. He didn’t answer right away, barely dragged me through a narrow passage until the stone walls opened up into something unexpected—a massive forest that stretched beyond what I could see. I knew we were still in Fog House, so there was no way a few stroll could lead into an outdoor forest. The air was too light, too cold for the outdoors, and there were walls—very high walls that sealed us inside the place, opening into a clear, beautiful sky. I must have slept through the r
Chapter 23Stacy°° °° °° °°Vincenzo’s five-minute head start wasn’t a gift—it was a curse. It gave me just enough time to think about the glaring fact that I was about to die.What is it they say about choosing between the man and the bear? Better a tiger than a psycho mob boss chasing me, although a combination of both would be the absolute worst.Yeah, well, that was before I heard it—a low, rumbling growl that screamed, “surprise, you’re dinner.” I froze. Suddenly, the mob boss seemed like the better option, no offense to my strong feminist ancestors, but at least he wouldn’t literally eat me… probably.Move, my brain screamed at me, but my body refused to listen, locked in place by sheer terror. I strained to hear the sound again, to pinpoint where it was coming from, but all I could hear was the hammering of my heart.Suddenly, a flash of movement to my left—a shadow darting between the trees.I ran. Faster than I thought possible, my lungs burned like they’d signed up for a
Chapter 24Vincenzo °° °° °° °°Why does the devil look good?I’m guessing the fourteen men I killed at that gay club would have asked God the same thing right before I fired those bullets into their kneecaps.I’m pretty sure every single person who’d had the misfortune of meeting their end at the my hand had the same questions too.Personally, I’d never had to ask that question myself. I mean, I know I look good; every one of my siblings does. It would’ve been pretty odd if I were the ugly one, even though I was the bastard.Take away Don Cosimo’s genes, my mama was an angel in a human body, so these looks came from God himself—or the devil—whoever was in charge of making psycho devils like me.But Eustacia Salvatore? Her father wasn’t exactly the best-looking man I’d seen. I wouldn’t know about her mother, but it had to be illegal for all these good genes to come from just one woman. It was sick, really, how a woman like her could look so… perfect.Even now as she glared at me wi
Chapter 25Stacy~~~~~I was still trembling from that damn tiger.The bastard thought it was funny—taunting me with his oversized pet like I was some helpless child. Was it even normal to keep a man-eating animal as pet? God knows how many humans he’d fed to that thing. The fact that he was currently dragging me through his hellish maze like a strict father about to go punish his privileged kid who stole a homeless kid’s toy wasn’t making me feel better.The door swung open and I stumbled in behind Vincenzo, his grip still tight on my arm, like he thought I might run. Once inside, we passed by people and more doors, the scent and sound of booze, and God knows what else, coming and going. I kept my head down, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze.But I could feel their stares.Eyes followed us as we walked, whispers trailing in our wake like poison. I felt their judgment burning into my skin, their looks like knives carving into me.Well, hello motherfuckers, this isn’t the first time
Chapter 26 Vincenzo ~~~~~~ Fiorella loves mothering me, which is ironic because kids don’t fuck their mothers and she only had six years on me. Well, she also had that ability to make me want to put everything in place— just for her, on me. So I’d spent the entire night trying to put things in place In anticipation for her arrival among other things. You never really know how to host a mourning Fiorella, especially if the person she was mourning was her personal cuntsucker. “Keep your eyes on that new info,” I instructed Liam over the phone. “Did you talk to her about the kiss?” The curiosity in his voice was unmistaken. He’d fallen deeper in love with that Irish bastard after he breached the security and nearly stole my little mouse. The fact that Liam was still unable to trace him was beginning to grate on my nerves, even I was beginning to wonder whether he was not a real ghost. I paused at the door, “Not yet.” “Why? Surely they must know each other—“ “I