Chapter 55Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼“It’s home.” Vincenzo’s voice was firm, but the shadows of the graveyard seemed to swallow his words whole.“Home?” I scoffed, glancing around the dimly lit plot. “It’s the same fucking graveyard. You brought me here in the middle of the night for fresh air? In a graveyard?”“It’s not a graveyard if the only grave here is my mother’s.”“Meaning?”“It’s private property.”I squinted at the weathered sign at the entrance. “Yours?”He shrugged, an evasive gesture that only heightened my curiosity. Then he stepped out of the car, his footsteps scrunching against the twigs, before I could register his intentions, he’d pulled me down with him. “The air here is very refreshing and…”“How’d you get it?” I asked, my tone teasing, but I knew I was treading on a sensitive subject.I felt him tense, but he didn’t answer, merely reached down and started fumbling with the hem of my shirt, drawing lines across my thighs like he’d been doing in the car. His touch ignited a fi
Chapter 56Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼“Then what’s stopping you?” I regretted asking that as soon as it left my mouth, because if looks had meanings, then I’m probably sure I’m toast right now. At least that should explain the intensity of the hunger in his eyes. “Certainly not you,” was the last thing he said before pulling me in violently. Vincenzo’s lips crashed into mine so fast that it took me a minute to process it. When I finally did, it was a mix of desperation and some darkness there. It wasn’t the gentle kind of kiss you’d expect from a man like him; it was raw, primal, and full of a barely contained rage.His hands gripped my waist as if he was holding on for dear life, like he wasn’t sure whether to pull me closer or push me away. And despite the voice in the back of my mind screaming that this was dangerous, I found myself pressing back, matching his intensity.But he didn’t want me to do any of that. He shoved me back against the car, caging me between his hands, while he took a
Chapter 57Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I watched her run, weaving through the trees like a prey animal, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. She thought she could escape me — that this chase would somehow grant her freedom. But she should’ve known better. I’d let her have her head start, let her feel that flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could outrun me.She couldn’t.I’d spent too long memorizing these woods, every confine, every turn, every tree. Watching her panic innocently, scared that a ghost was haunting her was a scene I’d give anything to watch over and over again in a cinema. “I can still see you,” I called after her, my tone husky, “I can smell you, little mouse.” I watched her look back nervously, my little mouse was no good at running and that worked as well for me. “I can smell the delicious scent of your arousal,” That wasn’t a lie. “If I catch you, that would be well taken care of.” Her hair whipped behind her, almost red and wild, catching in the branches
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Chapter 58Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I had a lot of bad habits, but the inability to say no to this fucking psycho? That had to top the list.His eyes held mine, dark and unyielding, daring me to defy him, to challenge his control. I could see in them that he knew every reaction he drew out of me, every flicker of defiance and, damn him, every trace of weakness.“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, low, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If you want me to.”The words were taunting, a threat veiled as an offer. I felt the heat rising, a fury burning beneath my skin, but my body betrayed me. I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t. I hated him — I hated him for putting me in this position, for making me feel like this. But even as that anger flared, I felt my resolve slipping under the weight of his skilled fingers, his relentless gaze. My core throbbed in delight at all the sweet memories those fingers brushing my clit brought, of the promise of what more he could do to me if I let him. What he’ll do for me because
Warning ⚠️ Chapter 59Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I’d gotten him angry. Real angry.First rule of the game—never get Vincenzo angry.“Vincenzo…” I tried to reach him with that single word, to let him know I genuinely regretted what I’d said. But he was beyond hearing anything.“Guess it must run in the family, “ he taunted, his voice deceptively light. And before I could reply, he closed the gap between us again, pressing me firmly against the rough tree.The night air bit at my skin, but my pulse was hot, erratic. He was naked, raw intensity radiating from every inch of him, while my clothes—what little I had left—felt like no protection at all. He knew every weakness, and now, he’d exploit each one.I was achingly aware of just how cornered I was. How trapped, unarmed, and utterly vulnerable I’d become. I refused to look down, to let the fear show, but the satisfaction in his eyes told me he could feel it.“Say yes, Stacy.” His voice was low, an order that didn’t invite questions.“To what?” I
Chapter 60 Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ He captured my wrists, pinning them to the ground above my head, his voice rough and low. “Don’t even think about moving them.” I opened my mouth to warn him about the twig digging into my back—sharp enough that I was sure it would break skin soon, not like he’d care anyway. But before I could get a word out, he drove into me with a force that left me breathless, filling me completely, deeper than anything I’d ever felt. All of him, inside me, in one unrelenting thrust. Instinct took over as I struggled beneath him, my body fighting against the intrusion. I tried to twist my hands free, to push him back, but his grip was ironclad, keeping my arms immobilized and trembling above me. He pulled back only to slam in again, harder this time. Desperate to lessen the impact, I lifted my hips to meet his halfway, but the rough twigs only scraped harder against my back. “Too much,” I gasped, the words escaping before I could find a better way to put it. “I—I c
Chapter 61Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼She was practically a rag doll in my arms, too weak to keep her eyes open, limbs like jelly. My coat looked oversized draped over her shoulders, hiding most of her dirt-smeared, twig-punctured shirt.I’d just spent half a minute picking out leaves and sticks from her hair. For someone usually so put-together, she looked like she’d been dragged through a forest—well, that was partly true.“Are you good?” I asked softly, which wasn’t exactly my style. But now that my head was clear, I was realizing what a jerk I’d been. Not my proudest moment, but well… it was done.She didn’t respond, just let her head fall against my chest as we made the short trip back to the car. When we got there, I opened the door, setting her down in the passenger seat with care I wasn’t sure I usually had.She looked at me for a second, like she was surprised, but I shrugged, having decided I might as well act like a decent human being, now that I’d gotten sex out of my immediate to-
Chapter 107Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼“The hair does match, but she’s too overdressed, which is unlike her.” The cigar in my hand burned steadily, wisps of smoke curling into the dim air of my study as Vito leaned over the desk, pointing to a grainy photo on my laptop screen. His voice was calm but edged with urgency.“Outside of Palermo,” he said. “We’ve had reports of her moving with a small group of Irish men who were trying a little too hard to blend in. No confirmation yet, but the timing matches. They might be keeping it low, but she’s alive.”I exhaled slowly, and watched the smoke drift toward the ceiling as my mind worked through the implications. Alive. That could mean a lot of things, it could mean I still had to kill her with my own hands. It could mean Russel would find her first and do it anyway. It could mean Dante might get her first and withdraw from whatever agreement we had. Or it could be a direct contradiction to everything Valente told me, which would mean I’d still hav
Chapter 106Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼The villa reeked of her.I never liked her, not even as a kid when she’d parade around in her silk dresses, pretending to play the perfect wife while twisting knives into my father’s back. Hell, she’d never liked anything concerning me either. Maybe that was the one thing we had in common.The men in this place went down like dominoes, pathetic to the last. She always surrounded herself with men who looked the part but crumbled the moment you applied pressure. A quick choke, a snap of the wrist, and they folded. I didn’t bother watching them hit the ground, I was already halfway up the stairs.She was working with the Irish. Against her own blood. Against her own children. And for what? A scrap of power she’d never actually hold? A seat at a table where no one respected her? Revenge on me? It would’ve been laughable if it wasn’t so goddamn infuriating. My men had already fanned out, securing the lower levels of the house. I made my way upstairs with V
Chapter 104Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼He murdered her.The thought circled endlessly in my mind, like a cruel pendulum swinging back and forth, slamming into me every time. He murdered her.I was still sat in that cold, damp cell, my legs still strapped in unforgiving metal chains. My tears had dried hours ago, leaving my cheeks stiff and raw. Nisca’s head rested in my lap, her lifeless body sprawled awkwardly, her once-bright eyes now dull and glassy. My hands were covered in blood, either hers or mine, I wasn’t sure.When Clyde dragged her in last night, limp and wrapped in a sack, I thought I might’ve been hallucinating. It wouldn’t have been the first time my mind played tricks on me. But then they ripped the sack off her head and tossed her at my feet like garbage.“You must be lonely,” Clyde had said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “I brought you a companion.”That companion was Nisca. But it was not the smiling, love sick girl who’d tried to protect us when they barged into
Chapter 104 Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ FEW WEEKS AGO Chains dangled from the ceiling, the metallic clang echoing every time Valente twitched, which was often. He was tied to a steel chair, wrists strapped so tightly that blood trickled down his arms in sluggish streams. His face was a mess….swollen, bloody, barely recognizable as human after the first round. I flexed my knuckles, the blood coating them sticky and warm. “You scream like a woman, Valente. Did your mother raise you that way, or is this just your natural state?” “Please,” he gasped, spitting blood onto the floor. One of his teeth clattered to the ground like a broken pearl. “Please, Vincenzo—” “Please?” I crouched in front of him, gripping his chin so tightly his jaw cracked under the pressure. “You think ‘please’ is a magic word? Jesus, what are you, a nun?” He whimpered, his bloodshot eyes darting toward the door like he thought salvation might walk through it. “Let me explain something to you,” I said, my voice dropping
Chapter 103Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I’d worn cuffs too many times to not recognize the feel of them.The cold air stung my skin as I sat curled on the stone floor, hands trembling despite my effort to steady them. The dim light overhead flickered, barely enough to chase away the suffocating darkness that pressed against the walls of this room. No, it was a cell…my cell. Where the hell am I?Was I hallucinating? Oh yeah, my mind must be playing games, dating back to the time when I was shackled up in that tiny room in Russel’s warehouse, listening to my father scream while Russel took pieces off his skin. I’ve had those before. But why did it feel so real today? I had no idea how long I’d been here. Hours? Days? It was all a blur of rough voices outside the dark, chains scraping against cement when I moved, and the unmistakable sound of Irish men moving around like wolves waiting for the kill. Did Vincenzo capture me again? But Vincenzo is not Irish. Dante? Why would he want me chained up a
Chapter 102 Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Russel asked Nikolai to babysit me. Well, not technically, but having him follow me around for the last two weeks could be considered babysitting at this point.He thought I was fucked.The chair beneath me groaned, probably in sympathy with my irritation. Meanwhile, Dante sprawled across from me like he owned the damn world, oozing arrogance. And maybe Russel was right, because the only reason the man was still breathing was Nikolai.“You must be losing your touch if it took this long to find me,” Dante drawled, casually reaching for the glass of water in front of him. He was mocking me with every second he wasted. “Perhaps I wasn’t hiding. Did you think of that, Vincenzo?”I didn’t respond.My patience was hanging by a thread. No, not even a thread. It was barely hanging by a single hair. My mind felt like it was on fire, fueled by two weeks of sleepless nights, numerous dead ends, and the glaring absence of activity in my life.I’d gotten too used to t
Chapter 101Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼TWO WEEKS LATERI’d escaped a physical prison only to end up in an emotional hell. There’s something uniquely pathetic about sitting cross-legged on the floor of a shoebox apartment, trying to piece your life back together. And by ‘life,’ I mean the sad collection of my father’s business files Elixir managed to stack away from the Mancinis.I shoved aside a cracked snow globe, its tiny Eiffel Tower missing, and yanked out the next item. A silk tie, flamingo pink. Flamingo. Pink.“Nisca!” I hollered, holding up the offending accessory like it was a dead rat. “What the hell is this?”Her voice floated in from the small kitchen. “Vintage Versace. You’re welcome.”“Vintage or not, it’s hideous.” I dropped it back into the box like it might bite me and leaned back against the wall, staring at the disaster surrounding me. Nisca, my former chief maid and Elixir’s sister, who was two years older than me, strolled into the room, a mug of coffee in one hand and a big
Chapter 100 Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ She was gone. Gone. And I felt like the biggest fool alive. I’d woken up this morning, expecting to see her tangled in the sheets beside me, maybe still asleep, looking as sinful as she had the night before when she curled up on my chest. I’d told her—like an idiot—how much I cherished her. How much I couldn’t bear to lose her. She never said it back. But I hadn’t noticed. Not then. The bed was empty, but I hadn’t panicked. Why would I? Stacy liked her showers long, her coffee black, and her hair styled perfectly. I convinced myself she was probably in the bathroom or out on the balcony. I spent the first thirty minutes on the phone with Russel, going over Valente’s latest tantrum. Then I made calls to my men about the shipment in the Englewood warehouse. Approved it. Sent a text. And then decided to join her in the bathroom, maybe drag her back to bed for another round. The bathroom was empty. Still, I hadn’t panicked. Not yet. I’d checked th
Chapter 99Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I couldn’t sleep a wink. It wasn’t just the sex—though that was seared into my brain like some sort of branding iron. It was the way he’d looked at me after. Vulnerable, almost human. Like maybe, I was no longer the daughter of the man who murdered his mother. And then, of course, he had to ruin it by saying something ridiculous like, “My demons have fallen in love with your darkness.”What was that even supposed to mean? I’d spent the last hour staring at the ceiling, blushing like some lovesick idiot. Me. Blushing. Because of Vincenzo Mancini, the man who once dragged me kicking and screaming into his hell and cuffed me like a prized animal. And he was sleeping so peacefully beside me, nose buried deep in my air like he was taking in oxygen, hand sprawled possessively across my waist. I needed air.Sliding quietly out of bed, I grabbed the bloodied shirt Vincenzo had tossed on the chair earlier—it still smelled like him, damn it—and crept out onto the te