VINCENZO
Life hadn't been this sweet. The reason for this statement wasn't sorely tied to the three-day break from school or the sticks of licorice I was so earnestly munching. Instead, life was sweet because I had proven my majesty. I had expressed my power.
I had an eye for something, I went after it, I got it.
The happenings of last night were still fresh in my mind. The b***h. I'd claimed her like I'd said I would. I'd drunk from her cup, taking in every inch—every piece of her.
A deep chuckle tore through my throat. I held myself, careful not to choke on the licorice.
"Not cool," Russo stated.
Well, look who gave a s**t about it being cool or not. Not me. It wasn't in my character to care; I most certainly wouldn't start now.
Rina had always wanted me. Yes, with how she wa
