All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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 33Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I watched her sleep.Her fever had finally broken, though she still looked pale. The stubborn little mouse had been fighting me all day. But tonight… was too weak to argue much, and I had no patience for her foolish pride either.Her chest rose and fell steadily now, a stark contrast to the labored breathing she had earlier. I should’ve left her alone, let her deal with it, but something kept pulling me back. It wasn’t just obligation.I kept telling myself it was because she was valuable. Stacy Salvatore. The girl whose family dragged mine through hell. She was leverage. And yet, seeing her like this, fragile and worn down, I couldn’t bring myself to think of her as just another tool.I turned away from the bed, trying to shove the unwelcome thoughts aside. I wasn’t here to save her. I wasn’t her knight in shining armor. If anything, I was the monster keeping her locked in a tower, making sure she couldn’t run. The quiet sound of her breathing filled th

Chapter 35Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Gielio, meanwhile, watched from the corner, a twisted grin on his face. “Such a surprise,” he cackled, clapping slowly. “You think you’re better than us? That’s cute. And look at you now, fighting for your life in my club. I bet your daddy’s proud.”Ricci launched another punch, catching me off guard, but I quickly retaliated, driving my knee into his gut and knocking the air from his lungs. “I swear, Ricci, I didn’t take your son,” I gritted out between blows. “If anything, we had a truce and you violated it by coming at me, I should be pissed.” “You took my son first!”“I didn’t! We had a fucking truce!” “My truce was with Tristiano,” Ricci hissed, “But you’ve gotten him killed because you wanted all the power for yourself, haven’t you?”I caught Ricci’s fist mid-swing, twisting his arm and sending him crashing into a side table. “That hurt my feelings, you know?” I hissed in feigned annoyance, “Use your damn head!” I growled, delivering a quick jab to

Chapter 37Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼What the fuck just happened? My chest heaved, breath short, and for a moment, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. She had bewitched me—me, Vincenzo, the one who never let emotions get in the way of control. But now… Her taste still lingered, an unwanted brand on my lips. I cursed myself, every fiber of me rebelling against the moment of weaknessBut God, did she taste amazing.The worst part was I didn’t know if I hated her more for making me feel this way or hated myself for giving in to it. My entire body was on fire. Her lips, her soft skin, the way she melted against me, her hands in my hair. I could still feel it, and I wanted to feel it again.I shook my head in frustration. This was a mistake, the worst thing I could have done. Fucking Eustacia Salvatore would be the greatest sin in the history of sins. Yeah, you said that before. Yet you went ahead to fucking kiss her! Fuck me! Oh, I’ll gladly offer myself to her to do just that. She was the enem

Chapter 39Stacy ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼It was dark. I was running.“Don’t… don’t come near me,” I muttered under my breath, though I knew it was useless. My legs pumped harder, my shoes skidding against the dirt and roots. But it didn’t matter. Every second, he gained on me. I felt him—his eyes on me like I was prey.I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was, a dark silhouette moving faster than any man should. My heart slammed against my ribs, fear rising, but there was something else, deep in my stomach. It was almost… electric, stirring up a heat that shouldn’t have been there.I tripped over a branch, crashing down hard. My palms slapped against the ground, dirt and leaves sticking to my skin. Before I could even scramble up, a hand wrapped around my ankle, yanking me back“No—” I screamed, kicking, but he was too strong. His grip burned, and even though I fought, the heat inside me surged. His shadow loomed over me, and I knew I should have been terrified.Part of me was— just not my va