Vincenzo had killed that man, and he’d done it as though he were taking care of the morning trash instead of another human being’s life! I felt sick to my stomach, I couldn’t even open my eyes, too afraid that I might see Tony’s lifeless body at my feet. The fear in his eyes felt all too real, more real than anything I’d ever seen before. Because that was death.
“Lena!” Vincenzo’s baritone voice cut through the darkness that seemed to tug at my senses. But I couldn’t look up to meet his gaze when he called my name. I felt his presence shadowing over me like a veil as the tips of his well-polished shoes appeared in front of me.
“Y--you killed him…” my lips trembled softly as I tried to come to terms with what just happened, but how could I? Of course, things like these were normal in thei
