Vincenzo's POV
The air was thick with heat as I stood before the massive gates of the Hell Pit, the stench of sulfur mixing with the stale humidity of the dark, cavernous expanse within. It was a place no one in their right mind would willingly venture, yet here I was, driven by a singular, relentless purpose—her.
I needed to get inside. Marcello was down there, and my mate was in his clutches. The idea of her trapped in this hellish domain twisted something inside me—something primal, something raw.
I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of her terrified eyes from my mind for just a moment. I couldn’t afford to lose focus now.
The guards, two hulking figures dressed in black armor, glared at me as I approached, my boots pounding the earth with each deliberate step. Their gazes wer
