Chapter 47 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ It’s crazy how this guy switched up. When Vincenzo reached for my arm, I flinched. Half expecting he’d hurt me again, push me further into the abyss he’s thrown me into, but his touch was… gentle. He lifted my arm, and for a second, I thought I imagined it. Was that concern in his eyes? “Why didn’t you do anything about this?” The question left his mouth like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I didn’t answer right away. What was the point? Fixing a cut on my skin when I was bleeding out from the inside felt absurd. “It’d be better if I just died of a maggot infestation or tetanus,” I thought. Hell, maybe I’d finally be free. “Why?” he asked again, his voice louder now as he dragged me out of the shower. I stumbled, naked and dripping wet, and he didn’t even blink. Typical. His eyes flicked to the first aid kit on the sink. Neither of us cared that I was standing there in my birthday suit. Apparently, he was doing me a favor by avoiding look
Chapter 48Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼If there was an award for “Top 10 Moments to Fake Your Own Death,” this one was easily top three.My heart was still pounding, and whether that was from the orgasm or the sheer shock of it, I had no idea. I mean, God knows how long it’s been. Hell, I don’t think any guy’s ever made me cum from just his fingers. My cheeks were on fire, not just from the steam of the shower, but from the fact that my body basically turned into jelly under his touch, and now I was supposed to walk out there and act like a normal human? Sure.I stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of my nerves, but it wasn’t strong enough to erase the memory of Vincenzo’s hands on me. I couldn’t face him after that. Shy? No, that wasn’t the word. Embarrassed? Maybe. Awkward? Definitely.The way his gaze had seared into mine before he finally left the bathroom… yeah, I needed a moment. Or maybe several moments. I’d been in here for twenty minutes since he left, and
Chapter 49Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Vincenzo didn’t come home last night. Neither did Nikolai.Manuel, one of Nikolai’s men, was stationed outside my door with a couple of others, making sure I knew they were there. Not that I had any plans of running. But still, the constant echoing of their footsteps outside the room made me feel so caged.I slumped down onto the bed, staring at the blank ceiling as the hours dragged on. By the time the next day rolled around and there was still no sign of either man, I was restless. My fingers itched to do something. Anything.The burner phone he’d given me sat idle on the table. I wouldn’t reach out first—I had too much pride for that. I wasn’t about to call him, ask where he was, or act like I cared. But after nearly two days of nothing, the silence started to wear on me. Finally, I caved. Grabbing the phone, I typed out a message before I could talk myself out of it.Stacy:What’s the point of locking the door if you don’t even come home to check on me?
Chapter 50Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Later that nightI woke to the scent of cologne and the eery feeling of being watched. My heart pounded in my chest as I lay perfectly still, my body frozen beneath the sheets. Someone was here, in the room with me.For a second, I thought—hoped—it was him, that maybe Vincenzo had returned, but the scent was wrong. Sharper, more musky, unfamiliar. And then I felt it—the warmth of someone close, too close. My breath caught, as I slowly forced my eyes open, expecting the worst.Dante—Clyde.He was leaning over me, his face inches from mine like he’d been watching me sleep. His dark eyes bore into mine, unreadable, mysterious, and just a little too calm for the situation. A fresh cut slashed across his brow, still oozing blood, the stark red a shocking contrast against his pale skin.I gasped, jerking back instinctively, but the bed was suddenly too small. There was nowhere to go. Fear coiled tight in my stomach, my body frozen in place as my mind raced.Vincen
Chapter 51 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ That morning, I opened the bedroom door cautiously, half expecting to find dead bodies scattered across the hall. I hesitated before stepping into fully into the hall, but instead of my expectation, everything looked… normal. Too normal. Manuel was in his usual spot, coffee mug in hand, while the rest of the guys lounged around, cleaning the guns. There wasn’t a single hint that anything had happened last night, no whispered conversations, no glances of concern. I swallowed nervously. Surely there should be some sign—broken glass, bruises, a tense silence. If Dante had really put them to sleep last night, wouldn’t the men at least look like something happened? “Morning guys.” My voice was still rough from the restless night. “Morning, princess,” Manuel grunted his typical response, eyes flicking toward me but revealing nothing. Seriously? I ran a hand through my hair, then cautiously approached him, still glancing around. The other guys were—
Chapter 52Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I stared out the window of the jet, my fingers drumming against the armrest as I tried to focus on anything but the gnawing dread in my gut. The chill of Ireland lingered in my bones, colder than it should’ve been.“You think they’ll retaliate?” I asked without turning to look at Nikolai. He was seated across from me, legs stretched out like the world didn’t just collapse around us. And that’s saying something. The deal we had gone for was supposed to smooth things over, but instead, we were leaving with more questions and fewer allies. And our necks on the hangman’s noose. Nikolai let out a slow breath, the tension evident in his eyes. “Retaliate? Oh, they’ll do more than retaliate. Those Irish pricks don’t just take a hit and roll over.”“Then I guess they shouldn’t be calling it retaliating. That word belongs to us. They hit us first.”“And we responded with a dick move,” Nikolai added, with a tone that could cut glass. “I told you the guy was nuts. Wh
Chapter 53 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ “And there goes all that boasting!” Manuel laughed, shuffling the cards with an infuriating swagger. Travo shook his head. “She merely let you win this time.” “Either that, or I’ve been letting her win all this time,” Manuel said between peals of laughter. “Come on, wipe that look off your face, princess. Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry now.” I perched on the edge of the table, a smirk plastered on my face. “Please, you are all talk. I’m just getting started.” It felt good to throw a little sass back at him. “Fine, you get to choose the next game, since you won this one.” “You still want to get your ass whooped, don’t you?” Before I could retort, another voice cut me off. “Busy, aren’t we?” It came out of nowhere, smooth as silk and cold as death. Every muscle in my body locked up before I could even see him. I slowly turned, following the sound that had slipped into the room like a shadow. I wasn’t the only one. Everyone else went rigid, the blood dr
Chapter 54Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Princess. He’d called her princess!And it made me sick.She was still rooted in the same spot like a virgin who’d never seen a drop of blood that wasn’t her period. The way her face paled, her lips parting in disbelief, as if I’d just slapped her across the cheek. She looked petrified, wide-eyed, frozen like a deer in headlights, which only made my anger burn hotter. She hates me—every fiber of her being screams it. She, the daughter of a barbarian, the woman who kidnapped Russel and managed to turn one of his most trusted men against him— was scared because Manuel got punished for crossing a line with her? For doing everything but what he was actually supposed to do. Hell, if it were up to me, all four of those idiots would be digging their own graves with their bare fingers by now. But no, Nikolai had other plans. Nikolai wanted me gone, sure. This little scene probably sealed the deal.She mumbled something, almost too quiet for me to catch, like a
Chapter 85Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Some things never leave you, no matter how much you bury them. The blood, the screams, the helplessness—it’s all there, clawing its way back when you least expect it.I stood at the edge of the cabin, arms crossed, glaring out the window into the beads of clouds we were zooming through. Allesia wouldn’t let them help her to the damn bed, insisting it was making the pain worse, she was hunched over, gripping her belly like it might explode, her groans were getting louder with every second. Not my problem. None of this was my problem.But to think I’d have to endure this for nine agonizing hours. Russel was pacing like a lunatic, muttering something about how this wasn’t supposed to happen here and how he’d never put her in this condition ever again if she survives this one, while Vincenzo stood still behind Allesia, arms on the ready to grab her if she allowed it. He was so calm about it that you’d think he was the husband. And then Allesia screamed.It wa
Chapter 84Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I needed to get out of that seat.Between Vincenzo’s constant micromanaging and the suffocating air in the cabin, my nerves were fried. The discomfort bubbling in my stomach was the perfect excuse.“I need to go to the restroom,” I announced, already unbuckling my seatbelt.Vincenzo shifted beside me, his glare sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re not going anywhere. Sit down.”I shot him a look that screamed try me. “If you want me passing out and drooling all over you, fine, I’ll stay. But otherwise, I need to go.”“That’s a lie. Sit down.” I let out an angry scoff, “Seriously, dude. It’s not like I’m going to jump out of a moving aircraft. I need to pee! My bladder is combusting!” He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Fine. Go. But don’t take forever. And don’t touch anything you shouldn’t.”“Yes, capo,” I snapped, brushing past him. I had bigger things to worry about than his perpetual grumpiness. Bigger things like the fact that I could practicall
Chapter 83Stacy’s POV⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Driving to the airport in the dead of the night was hell enough. But doing it with a bunch of gangsters who’d sooner throw me into a shallow grave than exchange pleasantries was like being hand-delivered to my executioner. The executioner was sitting right beside me, gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to twist my neck instead.Vincenzo insisted on driving. Of course, he did. Control freak. He hadn’t said a word since after the room episode, didn’t even have to tell me to get into the passenger seat after him, all he had to do was glare at me and I was scrambling inside. Thinking about it now, that unconscious reaction from yours truly pissed me off even more. Every once in a while, I’d catch him flexing his fingers, like he was imagining them wrapped around my throat. He could do that later of course, just not in the kind of way that’d give him the long term satisfaction he wanted. Russel and Allesia were in the car ahead of us, cuddling, I b
Chapter 82 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I heard the commotion from inside the room. Vincenzo’s voice was bouncing off the walls, he was furious. Then Marcel’s voice followed, his words were just as biting, matching Vincenzo’s tone, and though I couldn’t make out the details, I heard my name. That was enough to make my chest tighten. “Bring me Stacy.” I heard Vincenzo’s order. My stomach twisted. Had they found out about Elixir? I ran to the hidden corner where I’d tucked the phone Elixir smuggled to me. I retrieved it with trembling hands, fingers fumbling as I tucked it into the lining of my dress. My heart thundered in my ears as several scenarios of the phone falling out in front of Vincenzo played before me, engulfing me with panic. When I heard footsteps approaching, I ran back and took position in front of the door. I wore my best angry girl look and waited. The door swung open, and I braced myself, expecting to see Vito or Luca, maybe even Aurelio, but it wasn’t any of them. It w
Chapter 81Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼She was fuming, but that served me well. I returned to the sitting room where Vito and Aurelio were waiting once again, their postures stiff. I settled back into the chair, the leather groaning under my weight as I poured myself another glass of whiskey. The warmth slid down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning through me.My mind stayed in that room upstairs, where Stacy was no doubt pacing like a caged animal, spitting curses that couldn’t touch me. The memory of her glare—sharp enough to flay a man alive—made the corner of my mouth twitch.She wanted to act bold, sauntering around half-dressed like she owned the place. By the time I was done with her, she’d understand that I owned her.Aurelio cleared his throat, snapping me back to the moment. He and Vito sat across from me, the look on their faces confirming that something was very wrong, but they didn’t seem to know how to put it into words. Aurelio’s elbows rested on his knees, hi
Chapter 80Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Vincenzo was very mad at me, again. He let Luca drive Allesia, let Vito ride with them, but he insisted I ride with him, and worse, sit in the passenger seat. The disapproving look of anger, disappointment and maybe hatred he constantly gave me was practically a living, breathing thing. He didn’t say a word to me since we left the mall, even through the ride, his brooding silence and the occasional suspicious looks he gave me were as loud as any argument. Not that I cared.Okay, I cared a little.Fine—a lot.But I wasn’t about to let him know that.If Vincenzo suspected I had something up my sleeve—and knowing him, he already did—he wouldn’t rest until he tore apart every thread of my lies. God help me if he demanded the security footage from the mall. If he saw even a glimpse of my meeting with Elixir, it would be over. Not just for me, but for everything I’d been working toward.The man didn’t trust me as far as he could throw me—well, not without a plan
Chapter 79 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ I’ve had near death encounters in the past, today felt like the worst. The mirror bit into my back, cold and unforgiving, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body pressed against mine. His hand was tangled in my hair, the sharp pull forcing my head back until my eyes met his in the reflection. “Look at yourself,” Vincenzo growled, his voice low and edged with something primal. “See what you do to me.” His eyes burned into mine, dark and unrelenting, and I hated the way he knew just how that made me feel, my breaths coming quick and shallow. I tried to push against him, to claw back even an inch of control, but his grip tightened, and I froze as the sting shot through my scalp. “Fighting me again?” His smirk twisted cruelly, his other hand sliding up my thigh, dragging the hem of my dress higher. “You don’t learn, do you,? Maybe that’s why I enjoy this so damn much.” I hated him. Hated how he could strip me bare, even when I was fully clothed
Chapter 78Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I hate being played for a fool. The phone nearly slipped from my hand, but I tightened my grip, my body freezing before it erupted with raw fury. “Jesus, Vito,” I dragged a hand down my face, “A fucking mall! She could be anywhere, for fucks sake, she could be halfway across the country by now!” Vito stammered on the other end, his fear palpable even through the static. “She… she slipped away, boss. One minute she was in front of me, and the next—gone.”My blood ran cold, then boiled just as fast. “And you’re telling me this so I can call for you? How long has she been missing?”There was a pause, heavy with hesitation. “About thirty minutes, maybe less. We thought she—”I cut him off, my patience gone. “You thought? You thought wrong, Vito. I don’t pay you to think—I pay you to act. If she isn’t found in the next ten minutes, you’d better hope you disappear too.” Before he could say something else, I added, “Have that fucking mall locked down until I ge
Chapter 77Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼The scent of saltwater and diesel hit me first—a deeply unpleasant reminder that I wasn’t in bed where I belonged. Instead, I was standing on the docks at an ungodly hour. Well, maybe not so ungodly if I were following Russel’s logic, but still.The cold wind sliced through my coat and bit at my neck, making me curse every life choice that had led me here.Declan had picked this fucking spot well. Neutral territory, or so he thought. A place where neither side had the upper hand, but I couldn’t care less. Neutrality meant nothing when my brothers and I didn’t play by the same rules as the Irish.Russel walked ahead of me, his posture tense but calm, the perfect diplomat. I knew he’d been rehearsing his speech for hours, carefully piecing together whatever excuses he thought would smooth things over after my little… mishap with Dante’s cargo.Too bad I had no intention of apologizing.“You’re late,” a gravelly voice greeted us as we stepped onto the dock. Th