Vittorio’s POV, At Vittorio’s Mansion
“Don’t f*****g touch her.”
My voice split through the marble hall like a whip. Ghost had already stepped forward, fingers twitching at the sight of her lunging at me like a wild animal.
But I didn’t flinch.
Katarina's teeth sank into my shoulder like she wanted to rip the flesh from my bones. She was sobbing, clawing at my chest, screaming something about Mateo.
Her Lover
She thought I killed him but She didn't know s**t.
"You bastard! YOU KILLED HIM!" she screamed, pounding her fists into my chest, her nails leaving angry red lines. Her voice cracked. Raw and Broken. That sound dug into places I didn’t like to remember existed in me.
I let her.
Let her swing. Let her curse. Let her crumble.
One punch. Two. She was weak. That hoodie barely c
