Vincenzo moved towards his captive, the man pinned down by his guards. Within seconds, the animal in him came out. His eyes burned with rage. He kicked the man’s wound with such force that the captive crashed to the ground from the impact.
“How dare you… how f*****g dare you lay your filthy, disgusting hands on my wife? How dare you even think of harming her?” Vincenzo roared, his voice echoing like thunder.
The man groaned in unbearable pain, clutching his stomach, but Vincenzo wasn’t done. He landed a hard punch straight into his abdomen, making the captive scream louder.
Vincenzo grabbed his hand and hissed, “This hand… this exact hand you used to touch her, to fold her wrist, isn’t it?” His tone was evil, filled with venom.
The man shook his head frantically, stammering. “No… no…”
