Chapter 24~ Fear

Chapter 24

Vincenzo

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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