~VINCENZO~
The second her gasp slipped out, I knew.
I knew Alessandro had laid his filthy hands on her.
The blood in my veins turns molten. My jaw locks so tight I can hear the faint crack of my teeth grinding together.
Elena.
Our Elena.
She's touched, bruised, tainted by someone who had no right to breathe the same air as her.
I hear her stammer, the tremble in her voice when she admits it.
And I f*****g lost it.
My hand slams against the table beside us, the wood rattling under my strength.
The sound echoes in the room, a promise of violence waiting for the right direction. She flinches, and it only sharpens the blade of my rage.
“He trapped me inside a room,” she whispers.
I am more angry.
How can he trap her?? Like prey?? Like some cheap w***e he could corner and play wit
