CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

VINCENZO

“I killed for the first time eleven years ago,” I began, my voice carrying a weight of memories and regrets. “The unfortunate person was my father.”

I vividly remember the look of shock in his soulless eyes when I plunged the knife in his neck. It was a look that I really loved. That moment when he realized he was taking his last breath.

She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she jolted upright. The shock on her face was palpable, and I couldn't help but miss the warmth of her in my arms. So, I gently tugged her closer to me, craving her nearness.

“You killed your Dad?” Her voice came out as a whisper, disbelief etched across her features.

I brushed my fingers against her dimple, tracing a gentle line along her hair. Her tear-swollen eyes didn't diminish her beauty; in fact, they added a depth to her gaze that drew me in even more. “Yeah. It was a necessary act, and I don't r