All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11Stacy°° °° °° °°The pain started as a low, nagging ache, the kind you could almost ignore if you will yourself to, and ignore it I did. But when I stretched and changed positions, the dull throb in my abdomen quickly morphed into something far more sinister. It felt like someone had ignited a bonfire in my lower belly, the flames licking my insides, churning them into a blistering, molten soup. The devilish cramp twisted through me, wrenching an involuntary gasp from my lips, and I shot up in bed, clutching my stomach. Panic surged alongside the pain, a sinking dread filling my chest as I felt something warm and wet beneath me.No. No, no, no.I whipped the duvet off in a frenzied motion, only to stare in horror at the sight beneath me. Blood. So much blood. Spreading like a sinister inkblot across the fabric. Staining Vincenzo’s pristine white sheets.I was furious—no, I was fuming. This was the first time I’d gotten my period in three months, and it had to happen now

Chapter 13Stacy°° °° °° °°Years of following my dad into these kinds of meetings had trained me to spot the boss from a mile away. In this room filled with four stout men with smart tailored suits, I couldn’t find a single one with that quiet confidence that comes from knowing that everyone else in the room would jump at your command like the one Vincenzo has. None of them even resembled a Clyde Cummiskey.Vincenzo must know that too because he wasn’t being nice to any of the guys who were trying a little too hard to make him believe they were in charge. He simply brushed them off with curt nods and dismissive glances. Well, even if Vincenzo doesn’t know it, I’d made my mind to avoid saying anything that would draw attention to me more than this damn collar and cuffs were already doing. These men might as well carve out my captor’s eyes and hold it up in a stake for all I care. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a guy leaning against the far wall, his gaze fixed on us with

Chapter 15Vincenzo °° °° °° °°“Vincenzo,” he drawled, his Irish accent thick, more pronounced now, as if he were savoring every syllable. “You know, I’ve heard a lot about you, Mancini. Crawling between women’s thighs like a fucking snake.” He grinned, flashing teeth that seemed too white for a man of his nature. “You cleaned up nicely, I must confess I could use your charms with women.”I snorted, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The flame from the match briefly illuminated his face, casting shadows that danced in his eyes. They were sharp, glinting with amusement, as if he found this entire situation entertaining.This fucker’s enjoying himself.I took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before blowing it out slowly. The wind, cold and biting, whipped the smoke away into the night, leaving the scent of burning tobacco mingling with the stench of blood and death.“Funny,” I said in an emotionless tone, the words burning my lips. “You must know so much about me, ye

Chapter 17 Stacy °° °° °° °° “Looking for something, little mouse?” His voice was a low purr, laced with an edge of suspicion. I swallowed hard, slipping my hands into my pockets to hide the trembling. “Just putting away some clothes,” I lied smoothly, but I could almost hear the doubt in the way his eyebrows lifted suspiciously. “What clothes?” “None of your business.” I returned in irritation. “Why, are you afraid I’m going to escape through the fucking closet?” I scoffed, “Then you must have such little faith in your henchmen.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if he could see straight through the flimsy walls of the closet, straight into the depths of my thoughts and right through the ruse. And for a split second, I wondered if he knew. But instead of pressing further, he merely nodded, a tight smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Alright,” he said, turning away to pour himself a drink. “Finish up your food.” As he moved across the room, I slipped my

Chapter 19 Vincenzo °° °° °° °° “We’re not looking to play Shoot First Or Die First with you, because trust me, you’ll lose.” Aurelio warned. Feeling slow myself, I walked over to the bar, shoved the wide eyed waiter who out, then helped myself to a glass of the most expensive scotch. “You’ll pay for that,” The waiter blurted out. I reached into my pocket and handed him my credit card. “Sorry for my manners,” I teased. The guy collected it with eager hands, but one looked at the card and his eyes bulged in their sockets. He opened his mouth to pronounce the name but I put a finger to my lips, shushing him with a flirty wink. He must like that because I could see the visible tent beginning to form in his pants. I smirked, “Am I your type?” He swallowed, then flushed, obviously unsure how to answer that. “I— I don’t want to get involved in whatever this is.” I gave him a disappointed look, “Why? You don’t want my cock in your tight little ass?” Before he cou