Chapter 28 Stacy ~~~~~ You know how a mentally ill patient in a psych ward tries so hard to convince everyone he’s not crazy, only to end up looking even crazier? Yeah, that’s exactly why I didn’t bother arguing with Vincenzo. Seriously, I couldn’t believe this guy. Whatever gave him the impression that I was the unhinged one in this situation? People break things when they get too pissed all the time. It’s called rage therapy, his fancy grey room just happened to serve as the rage room when I needed it. He might need lessons on that. I mean, not all of us are currently in the position to torture or kill someone to get a bad day off our chest like he is. Humph! The door swung open before I could finish that thought, and in walked a woman who looked like she could break bones without smudging her lipstick. She was breathtaking—hot, sexy with a sharp jawline, dark sleek hair, piercing eyes, and a toned body. Well, seeing her reminded me just how miserable
Chapter 29Stacy~~~~~When Vincenzo said his words would be enough to keep my pretty mouth shut for the rest of the day, he was wrong.The only thing was I didn’t have anyone to lash out on, not him anyway and Vito wasn’t someone I wanted to count as human. So the rest of the day passed without so much as a shadow of Vincenzo. Typical. He drops bombs, watches the fallout, then leaves you to stew in it.Instead, Vito was the lucky contestant forced to deal with me, which I’m sure was Vincenzo’s idea of punishment. The guy was a walking brick wall, and that’s on a good day. If Vincenzo wanted to drive me insane, he’d achieved it by sending Vito to babysit me. I ate as little as I could, then slept off and woke up with a fever ten times hotter than hell. Vincenzo must have forgotten about the medicine he promised to send, or he’d simply decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. Either way, fuck him. Waking up the next morning was like crawling out of a pit of vipers who’d taken turns bit
Chapter 30Vincenzo ~~~~~~If there was anyone who understood that torture wasn’t just about breaking bones or tearing flesh—it was about timing, waiting until the mind was fractured enough to spill the truth, Fiorella was that person.I stared at the guy dangling from the ceiling, his arms stretched above him, tied to a thick chain that rattled with every jolt of his body. Fi had been working on him since yesterday, she insisted she needed the adrenaline rush and the satisfaction that came with seeing a man whimper with every move she made. The man— Benito—let out a weak groan, a pathetic sound that grated on my nerves. His face was swollen beyond recognition, if I didn’t bring him here myself, I would have assumed he’d been bitten by a poisonous snake.I was getting tired of his whiningBlood dripped steadily from the deep gash over his brow, pooling on the cold cement beneath his feet, yet he was still lying through his broken teeth. The sound of my boots echoing off the stone
Chapter 31Vincenzo °° °° °° °°I didn’t need light to see her— she lay sprawled across the bed, her face pale, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She looked tortured—forehead glistening with sweat, lips cracked and dry. Vito stood by the window, arms crossed, his face etched with concern. “She hasn’t eaten in nearly two days,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low, maybe not to wake her. “I’ve tried, but she barely gets in a spoonful before clamping those stubborn lips shut.”I found myself almost smiling, “Shouldn’t you be glad she’s finally giving your ear a break?” “I should,” Vito conceded, “But she’s out of it most of the time. Between constantly checking if she still has a pulse and jumping in joy, I don’t know which is more tedious.” The smile faded just as soon as it appeared, “Any improvement since the call?”“Sleeping now, but that won’t last.” I glanced at Stacy, her body limp, small and fragile against the massive bed. Her breathing was uneven, lik
Chapter 32 Stacy °° °° °° °° I stared at the bathroom door, the pressure in my bladder growing unbearable. The room swayed slightly, Vincenzo’s steady breathing next to me filling the space. He looked peaceful for once, and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb him. How hard could it be? Gritting my teeth, I carefully slid my good leg off the bed. The cold floor beneath my foot made me shiver, I hesitated before attempting to stand. The moment my injured leg made contact, pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning. Before I could stop myself, a yelp escaped my throat. “Agh!” Vincenzo jolted awake instantly, his eyes landing on me. “What the hell are you doing?” “I just— I needed to pee,” I stammered, feeling completely ridiculous. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression caught between irritation and concern. “You couldn’t wait? Or maybe, I don’t know, wake me up so you don’t kill yourself?” “I didn’t want to bother you. You’ve barely slept.” “Well, now I’m not,
Chapter 33Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I watched her sleep.Her fever had finally broken, though she still looked pale. The stubborn little mouse had been fighting me all day. But tonight… was too weak to argue much, and I had no patience for her foolish pride either.Her chest rose and fell steadily now, a stark contrast to the labored breathing she had earlier. I should’ve left her alone, let her deal with it, but something kept pulling me back. It wasn’t just obligation.I kept telling myself it was because she was valuable. Stacy Salvatore. The girl whose family dragged mine through hell. She was leverage. And yet, seeing her like this, fragile and worn down, I couldn’t bring myself to think of her as just another tool.I turned away from the bed, trying to shove the unwelcome thoughts aside. I wasn’t here to save her. I wasn’t her knight in shining armor. If anything, I was the monster keeping her locked in a tower, making sure she couldn’t run. The quiet sound of her breathing filled th
Chapter 34 Vincenzo ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Bloodstone Lane was as much a fortress as it was a playground. Anyone who got past the doors knew the rules: what happened inside stayed inside. The outside world didn’t exist here. For the right price, everything was for sale—including lives. Getting to Gielio wasn’t going to be easy, but I hadn’t come this far to leave without him. I tugged at the sleeve of my tailored suit as we entered the club. Liam had done his job well in securing us the invites that came with every item we’d be needing for the masquerade party of bitches. The anonymity was perfect; no one here cared who you were as long as you had money, power, and a willingness to play along with the disgusting sin behind these walls. Fi, though irritated at having to sit this one out— had to understand. It would have been too risky for her to try to sneak in here. No women were allowed unless they were part of the entertainment. I had Vito and Aurelio with me, both
Chapter 35Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Gielio, meanwhile, watched from the corner, a twisted grin on his face. “Such a surprise,” he cackled, clapping slowly. “You think you’re better than us? That’s cute. And look at you now, fighting for your life in my club. I bet your daddy’s proud.”Ricci launched another punch, catching me off guard, but I quickly retaliated, driving my knee into his gut and knocking the air from his lungs. “I swear, Ricci, I didn’t take your son,” I gritted out between blows. “If anything, we had a truce and you violated it by coming at me, I should be pissed.” “You took my son first!”“I didn’t! We had a fucking truce!” “My truce was with Tristiano,” Ricci hissed, “But you’ve gotten him killed because you wanted all the power for yourself, haven’t you?”I caught Ricci’s fist mid-swing, twisting his arm and sending him crashing into a side table. “That hurt my feelings, you know?” I hissed in feigned annoyance, “Use your damn head!” I growled, delivering a quick jab to
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STACYSix Weeks Later⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼The drive from the airport to God-knows-where was as stressful as the one to the airport. Vincenzo’s hand was on my thigh, warm, heavy, and impossible to ignore. I wasn’t sure if it was meant to comfort me or keep me from vanishing. Knowing him, it was probably both.“You’re quiet,” he said softly.“I’m tired,” I replied, leaning my head against the window. “And I’m trying to decide if I should nap or interrogate you.”His lips quirked, but his eyes remained fixed ahead. “Interrogate me about what?”“Hyacinth,” I said, shifting to face him. “What did you do with her?”His head snapped towards me instantly. Even Vito, ever the unbothered, tensed up in his seat.“Don’t worry about it,” Vincenzo said dismissively after a long look.“That’s not exactly informative,” I shot back. “She’s not going to, I don’t know, haunt us, is she?”His hand tightened on my thigh, a warning disguised as affection. “If she does, it’ll be your fault for asking too many questions
EPILOGUEThree Months Later⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼One moment I was alone in the study, going over the endless list of things Vincenzo thought we should do before the wedding, and the next, someone was there, like a ghost from another world, watching me.I should’ve known better than to expect peace.Between being a human and being a ghost, I was pretty sure Dante enjoyed the latter. He stood in the corner of the study now, his broad frame cloaked in silence, watching me with the calm intensity that made me want to cry out for Vincenzo.“Seriously?” I hissed, slamming the ledger I was reviewing shut. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”“Knocking is overrated,” he said smoothly, readjusting his position. “Dante…” I glanced at the door, my pulse picking up. Vincenzo was in the house, and while he wasn’t one to hover, he had a sixth sense for trouble. “You can’t keep doing this.”His lips curled into a faint smirk. “Doing what?”“Sneaking in here like some kind of ghost,” I snapped, keeping my
Chapter 115 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ “Manuel!” I shrieked, the weight in my chest momentarily lifting. I didn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before I threw the door open and bolted toward him where he was standing with Vito and a couple other guys I did not recognize. His head snapped up just in time for me to crash into him, throwing my arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?” I squealed in excitement, my hands still tightly wrapped around him. Manuel stiffened, his arms hovering awkwardly for a moment before he finally hugged me back, though cautiously. “Boss Nikolai’s orders. He’s staying at Boss Russel’s tonight, so we had to come.” I pulled back slightly, my hands still gripping his shoulders, my grin so wide it hurt. “What about the others? Are the guys okay?” “They’re all fine, Miss,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. His eyes scanned my face, softening. “You look… really good.” I felt my cheeks heat at the compliment, but before I could res
Chapter 114 Stacy’s POV ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I’d never felt smaller, yet somehow, every slight gaze in this room made me feel impossibly large. “Vincenzo, you brought her here. What’s your plan?” The question made my stomach twist. Everyone at the table had gone into the kitchen for dessert, leaving just me, Vincenzo and Russel at the table. They were discussing business just minutes ago, and now, they were discussing me. I sank further into my chair, wishing I could disappear, but I kept my eyes down and my ears open. No weakness, no surrender. My father had taught me that much, even if everything else he taught me dug the shitpit I was currently swimming in. Vincenzo, however, looked utterly unbothered, leaning back in his chair to look at me like a king surveying his kingdom. “She stays with me,” he declared, his tone firm, final. Russel arched a brow, unimpressed. “Stays with you? Care to elaborate, or are you just collecting strays now?” Stray. My cheeks flushed hot, a mi
Chapter 113 Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Fucking family meetings. The words danced in my head as I adjusted my cuffs, stepping out of the car and into Russel’s driveway. The whole fucking house was a fortress, just very fitting for my brother. Everything about Russel screamed control, even his damn lawn. Not a single blade of grass out of place. But as much as I hated these gatherings, tonight, I couldn’t afford to skip it. And so I brought my little mouse along. I glanced at her as she stood stiffly beside me, fingers fidgeting. Her usual fire was dim tonight, replaced by that gloomy look and the distant sadness in her eyes. “This is Russel’s place.” . “Good thing your memory is still good.” I placed a hand on the small of her back, steering her toward the door. She flinched at the contact but didn’t protest. That was new. We merely made it inside, when the sound of loud laughter buzzed, accompanied by the faint clinking of glasses. The scent of roasted meat and spices wafted through
Chapter 112 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Four days. Four long, suffocating days since I last saw Vincenzo. Four days since he stormed out of that room, leaving me with the weight of my own confession—my love for him—and his silence. I’d told him to kill me. And judging by the way he locked the door from the outside, maybe he was still considering it. It was the only explanation. He didn’t trust me anymore. He didn’t want me anymore. That night, I’d noticed it, and seen it in his eyes. The memory of the way he used to look at me, like I was a puzzle he couldn’t resist solving, had been replaced with cold, empty indifference. If anything, the only emotion in those deep blue eyes was pity, pity for the poor pathetic idiot I’d become. And yet, it wasn’t the thought of dying that made my chest ache. No, death would be a mercy. It was the thought of losing him—the man he’d been before I’d ruined everything. The man I knew only briefly, the man he’d been that night, how he had held me and told me hi
Chapter 111 Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ It’s easier to make enemies than friends. But, it’s better to make friends than enemies. Several minutes after Clyde was dragged out by Dante’s men, we were all still standing inside the vault, stressed as fuck. I still maintained my stance about letting the bastard breathe being a bad idea—he deserved a bullet, not diplomacy—but Russel and Nikolai were playing chess, not checkers. Their sights were set on the bigger picture, which was turning the Irish into allies instead of enemies. It made sense in the grand scheme of things, but letting Clyde walk out of here alive still felt like a slap in the face to every instinct I had. So, I let it rest. For now. But if Clyde so much as sneezed in the wrong direction again, all bets were off. “Well, that was dramatic,” Nikolai said with a grin, clapping his hand to break the oppressive silence. “Shall we toast to our little victory, or is there more bloodshed on the agenda?” I ignored him, my focus
Chapter 108 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Vincenzo strolled so casually, like he had all the time in the world to deal with me and he wasn’t going to stress about it right now. When he reached where I stood, he didn’t speak right away. Instead, his hand slid to my neck, pushing my hair to the side. His touch sent an involuntary shiver through me, equal parts unsettling and electrifying. Then he plucked the tiny Bluetooth from my ear, the one Clyde’s goons had been whispering their sinister threats through, and held it up like it was a piece of garbage. “You no longer have to be afraid of the lunatic,” he said quietly, his voice loud enough that Clyde could hear. But then his dark eyes flicked to mine, and his tone shifted. “But you should be afraid of what I’ll do to you for leaving the way you did.” It was a cold promise My throat dried up instantly. “You don’t understand,” I said in a trembling voice. “Elixir. They’re going to kill him. Clyde is going to kill all of them.” Vincenzo l