All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 20Stacy°° °° °° °°I’d never really believed in luck, especially the good kind.But whatever made the two guards at the door leave by the time I creaked it open the third time—well, it was too early to reach a conclusion as to what it was. Maybe luck, maybe something else entirely that was slowly pushing me to an inevitable end.Either way, I wasn’t about to question it.I quietly slipped out, the adrenaline thrumming through my veins like a drumbeat. I raced down the heavily lit hallway, my heart racing faster than my legs. It pounded against my chest as if it could tear free from my body and lead the way. Every step felt like I was defying fate, but fear sharpened my senses.I knew Vincenzo would find out soon enough that I was gone, but my only chance was to make it to the alley before anyone realized I was gone.Halfway down the hall, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I realized I wasn’t alone.Whispers came from around the corner, guards, or worse, one of

Chapter 22 Stacy >~~~~~“We don’t have all day, little mouse,” His voice was a low growl as he pulled me up from the floor, his grip tight around my wrist. My pulse quickened but I could barely keep up with his long strides as he started walking. I wasn’t looking to go back to being cuffed, so I tugged behind him, resisting the urge to test if the gun he’d tossed at me, which I was making my fingers itch so bad was loaded. “What is this place?” I asked. I was so annoyed to find that my voice was shaking. He didn’t answer right away, barely dragged me through a narrow passage until the stone walls opened up into something unexpected—a massive forest that stretched beyond what I could see. I knew we were still in Fog House, so there was no way a few stroll could lead into an outdoor forest. The air was too light, too cold for the outdoors, and there were walls—very high walls that sealed us inside the place, opening into a clear, beautiful sky. I must have slept through the r

Chapter 24Vincenzo °° °° °° °°Why does the devil look good?I’m guessing the fourteen men I killed at that gay club would have asked God the same thing right before I fired those bullets into their kneecaps.I’m pretty sure every single person who’d had the misfortune of meeting their end at the my hand had the same questions too.Personally, I’d never had to ask that question myself. I mean, I know I look good; every one of my siblings does. It would’ve been pretty odd if I were the ugly one, even though I was the bastard.Take away Don Cosimo’s genes, my mama was an angel in a human body, so these looks came from God himself—or the devil—whoever was in charge of making psycho devils like me.But Eustacia Salvatore? Her father wasn’t exactly the best-looking man I’d seen. I wouldn’t know about her mother, but it had to be illegal for all these good genes to come from just one woman. It was sick, really, how a woman like her could look so… perfect.Even now as she glared at me wi

Chapter 26 Vincenzo ~~~~~~ Fiorella loves mothering me, which is ironic because kids don’t fuck their mothers and she only had six years on me. Well, she also had that ability to make me want to put everything in place— just for her, on me. So I’d spent the entire night trying to put things in place In anticipation for her arrival among other things. You never really know how to host a mourning Fiorella, especially if the person she was mourning was her personal cuntsucker. “Keep your eyes on that new info,” I instructed Liam over the phone. “Did you talk to her about the kiss?” The curiosity in his voice was unmistaken. He’d fallen deeper in love with that Irish bastard after he breached the security and nearly stole my little mouse. The fact that Liam was still unable to trace him was beginning to grate on my nerves, even I was beginning to wonder whether he was not a real ghost. I paused at the door, “Not yet.” “Why? Surely they must know each other—“ “I

Chapter 28Stacy~~~~~You know how a mentally ill patient in a psych ward tries so hard to convince everyone he’s not crazy, only to end up looking even crazier? Yeah, that’s exactly why I didn’t bother arguing with Vincenzo.Seriously, I couldn’t believe this guy. Whatever gave him the impression that I was the unhinged one in this situation? People break things when they get too pissed all the time. It’s called rage therapy, his fancy grey room just happened to serve as the rage room when I needed it. He might need lessons on that. I mean, not all of us are currently in the position to torture or kill someone to get a bad day of our chest like he is. Humph! The door swung open before I could finish that thought, and in walked a woman who looked like she could break bones without smudging her lipstick. She was breathtaking—hot, sexy with a sharp jawline, dark, sleek hair, piercing eyes, and a toned body. Well, seeing her reminded me just how miserable and ugly I must look be