CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

VINCENZO

“Vincenzo, she would be fine.” Matteo assured me.

As Matteo's words resonated in the room, I watched him walk away, his assurance hanging in the air. I acknowledged his words with a silent nod. Deep down, I held onto that hope, clinging to the belief that she would overcome this ordeal.

Entering my room, I closed the door behind me, seeking solace in the presence of Anya. My eyes focused on her as she lay there, clean and dressed in fresh clothes, covered by the blankets. 

The sight of her peaceful form eased some of the turmoil within me, filling me with a sense of both protectiveness and tenderness.

Sitting down beside her, I couldn't help but feel the depth of my connection to her, an unspoken bond that had formed between us. She had become an integral part of my life, someone I couldn't ignore or leave behind. The mere thought of anyone hurting her ignited a fierce rage within me, a determination to pr