THE REVENGE
Chapter 27
Roberto de Moretti p.o.v.
That b***h had dared to send a message to my son. To my son. I could feel my blood boiling. What the hell was she thinking? That I would let her do whatever she pleased just because she shared my bed? Absolutely not. My hand went to the gun in my pocket. Cold steel against my palm. The power it promised sent a thrill up my spine.
“Now you’ll pay for this,” I said, a dark laugh curling from my lips as I looked her straight in the eyes.
“Please…” Her voice trembled, small and fragile.
“Oh, now you beg?” I whispered. “A few minutes ago you were stabbing me in the back.”
“I just wanted… to protect your son,” she stammered.
The words made me laugh — but not the kind of laugh you’d call light. It was sharp. Menacing. I slapped her hard en
