All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Warning ⚠️ Chapter 59Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼I’d gotten him angry. Real angry.First rule of the game—never get Vincenzo angry.“Vincenzo…” I tried to reach him with that single word, to let him know I genuinely regretted what I’d said. But he was beyond hearing anything.“Guess it must run in the family, “ he taunted, his voice deceptively light. And before I could reply, he closed the gap between us again, pressing me firmly against the rough tree.The night air bit at my skin, but my pulse was hot, erratic. He was naked, raw intensity radiating from every inch of him, while my clothes—what little I had left—felt like no protection at all. He knew every weakness, and now, he’d exploit each one.I was achingly aware of just how cornered I was. How trapped, unarmed, and utterly vulnerable I’d become. I refused to look down, to let the fear show, but the satisfaction in his eyes told me he could feel it.“Say yes, Stacy.” His voice was low, an order that didn’t invite questions.“To what?” I

Chapter 61Vincenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼She was practically a rag doll in my arms, too weak to keep her eyes open, limbs like jelly. My coat looked oversized draped over her shoulders, hiding most of her dirt-smeared, twig-punctured shirt.I’d just spent half a minute picking out leaves and sticks from her hair. For someone usually so put-together, she looked like she’d been dragged through a forest—well, that was partly true.“Are you good?” I asked softly, which wasn’t exactly my style. But now that my head was clear, I was realizing what a jerk I’d been. Not my proudest moment, but well… it was done.She didn’t respond, just let her head fall against my chest as we made the short trip back to the car. When we got there, I opened the door, setting her down in the passenger seat with care I wasn’t sure I usually had.She looked at me for a second, like she was surprised, but I shrugged, having decided I might as well act like a decent human being, now that I’d gotten sex out of my immediate to-

Chapter 63Stacy⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Flying with Vincenzo in a foul mood is like being stuck in a thunderstorm with no umbrella—one wrong move away from a lightning strike. I barely took a breath that went unnoticed by him the entire trip because he wouldn’t take his eyes off me, and not in the sexy kind of way because those cold blue eyes threatened death. That, and the fact that his jaw was clenched like he was chewing on nails, scared the shit out of me. The second we touched down, he was already barking into his phone like a drill sergeant, his scowl deepening with every syllable. Whatever was clawing up his ass sounded serious.“Did you get it?” He asked a waiting Aurelio.“Everything.” And just like that, he vanished into a fleet of sleek black SUVs, taking half his entourage with him and leaving me with…well, a little breathing room and some unwelcome company. I glanced at Vito, whose countenance hadn’t changed since the last time I saw him, and the lanky, knife-happy guy who’d made o

Chapter 65Vincenzo⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼Marcel was flexing like a king on vacation. He was flirting with Stacy, and she, in turn, was performing her best I’m-so-innocent-I-couldn’t-hurt-a-fly act. She’d tilt her head, bat those lashes like she was trying to send a signal to Mars, and twirl around in front of him like a stripper in a club. The sight made my blood simmer; but even more than punishing her, it made me want to haul her back to the room and remind her exactly whose name she’d scream if I were in the mood for it. But no. I left them to their idiocy before my temper caught up with my fists. My boots hammered the floorboards, making them groan like they shared my annoyance. I had more pressing matters to attend to, anyway. Fi might bring the girls later, and I needed to double-check the security—because relying solely on the incompetents around me felt like betting my life on a coin toss.“Where’s Vito?” I barked at Cedro, who was draped across the armchair like a sloth that had jus

Chapter 67 Vinvenzo ⟻⟼ ✦ ⟻⟼ Stacy had a talent for shredding my composure with just a flick of her gaze. But seeing her unravel in front of Russel—that was new. She looked as though she was on the brink of throwing fists or worse, a war cry wrapped in blood and fury. Temptation licked up my spine, urging me to go after her and drag her back by that sharp tongue of hers, but I stayed put, eyes locked on the door she disappeared into, the sound of her slamming it behind her still echoing in the room. Marcel’s eyes made a beeline for my face, but my expression remained a mask carved out of granite. Russel, meanwhile, hadn’t taken his eyes off Allesia, who surprisingly didn’t seem to mind Stacy’s rudeness. She sat there, all gentle smiles and innocence, her fingers delicate as they plucked another pastry from the spread. She had the kind of serenity that could make a hurricane question its purpose. As she ate, Russel’s fingers massaged gentle circles on her shoulders,