The road was a blur beneath our tires—black and endless, a winding vein of fury cut into the earth. My fists gripped the handlebars like they were the neck of the man I wanted to kill. I didn’t feel the wind anymore. I didn’t hear the growl of the engine beneath me. All I felt was fire.
The thought of that Emanuele fucking Rossi laying his hands on her made something primal in me snap. I imagined his mouth on her skin, and bile clawed its way up my throat. I imagined her eyes wide with fear, her lips trembling as he whispered lies into her ear and slid filth across her soul.
He didn’t just touch her. He violated her in every possible way. and I'd be damned if I don't make him pay.
He crawled into her head, her past, her guilt, and he licked the blood left behind by men like him and claimed it as love. But I knew what he’d done. I’d seen the change in her. The hollow in her stare. The stiffness in her shoulders. I could still smell his rot on her breath the night she moaned my name und
