Chapter 106

Vincenzo sat in the dim, dank room, his body aching from the brutal treatment he had endured. His wrists were raw and bloody from the ropes that had bound him, and his head pounded with a relentless throb. But despite the physical pain, his mind was sharp, focused. He was worried about Annizah, the thought of her captured and possibly hurt gnawing at him like a relentless beast. He could almost see her in his mind’s eye—her beautiful face twisted in fear, her eyes wide and searching for him. He hated the thought of her in danger, hated even more that he wasn’t by her side to protect her.

But Vincenzo knew he had to remain calm, had to keep his wits about him. Panic and anger would do him no good now. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. He smirked to himself, his blue eyes glistening with a mischievous glint. He had fooled Baltazar, played the part of the scared, desperate captive perfectly. He had made himself look pathetic and broken, knowing that it would make Baltazar l