All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

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Chapter 30~ Not This Time

Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta /Commy vic

Chapter 30Vincenzo ~~~~~~If there was anyone who understood that torture wasn’t just about breaking bones or tearing flesh—it was about timing, waiting until the mind was fractured enough to spill the truth, Fiorella was that person.I stared at the guy dangling from the ceiling, his arms stretched above him, tied to a thick chain that rattled with every jolt of his body. Fi had been working on him since yesterday, she insisted she needed the adrenaline rush and the satisfaction that came with seeing a man whimper with every move she made. The man— Benito—let out a weak groan, a pathetic sound that grated on my nerves. His face was swollen beyond recognition, if I didn’t bring him here myself, I would have assumed he’d been bitten by a poisonous snake.I was getting tired of his whiningBlood dripped steadily from the deep gash over his brow, pooling on the cold cement beneath his feet, yet he was still lying through his broken teeth. The sound of my boots echoing off the stone

Chapter 31~ My Mess

Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta /Commy vic

Chapter 31Vincenzo °° °° °° °°I didn’t need light to see her— she lay sprawled across the bed, her face pale, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She looked tortured—forehead glistening with sweat, lips cracked and dry. Vito stood by the window, arms crossed, his face etched with concern. “She hasn’t eaten in nearly two days,” he said quietly, keeping his voice low, maybe not to wake her. “I’ve tried, but she barely gets in a spoonful before clamping those stubborn lips shut.”I found myself almost smiling, “Shouldn’t you be glad she’s finally giving your ear a break?” “I should,” Vito conceded, “But she’s out of it most of the time. Between constantly checking if she still has a pulse and jumping in joy, I don’t know which is more tedious.” The smile faded just as soon as it appeared, “Any improvement since the call?”“Sleeping now, but that won’t last.” I glanced at Stacy, her body limp, small and fragile against the massive bed. Her breathing was uneven, lik

Chapter 32~ Delicate Sensibilities

Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta /Commy vic

Chapter 32Stacy °° °° °° °°I stared at the bathroom door, the pressure in my bladder growing unbearable. The room swayed slightly, Vincenzo’s steady breathing next to me filling the space. He looked peaceful for once, and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb him.How hard could it be?Gritting my teeth, I carefully slid my good leg off the bed. The cold floor beneath my foot made me shiver, I hesitated before attempting to stand. The moment my injured leg made contact, pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning. Before I could stop myself, a yelp escaped my throat.“Agh!”Vincenzo jolted awake instantly, his eyes landing on me. “What the hell are you doing?”“I just— I needed to pee,” I stammered, feeling completely ridiculous.He ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression caught between irritation and concern. “You couldn’t wait? Or maybe, I don’t know, wake me up so you don’t kill yourself?”“I didn’t want to bother you. You’ve barely slept.”“Well, now I’m not,” he mutte

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