Vincenzo’s POV
I stood there, feeling my jaw tighten, each muscle in my body screaming with tension. The moment Marcello spoke, I felt the room contract around me, the space thickening with the weight of his words.
His voice—the inflection, the arrogance—pushed me to the edge. But I stayed composed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. I walked past him, the calm before a storm, as the air crackled with unspoken words, with unspoken threats.
As I moved toward my seat, the familiar, cold sensation of rage washed over me. I could feel the anger curling in my chest, like a live wire ready to burst, but I held it back. I had to. I knew that once I let it go, there would be no stopping it. It wasn’t just Marcello I wanted to crush in that moment—it was everyone who ever
