Vincenzo

VINCENZO

Life hadn't been this sweet. The reason for this statement wasn't sorely tied to the three-day break from school or the sticks of licorice I was so earnestly munching. Instead, life was sweet because I had proven my majesty. I had expressed my power.

I had an eye for something, I went after it, I got it.

The happenings of last night were still fresh in my mind. The bitch. I'd claimed her like I'd said I would. I'd drunk from her cup, taking in every inch—every piece of her.

A deep chuckle tore through my throat. I held myself, careful not to choke on the licorice.

"Not cool," Russo stated.

Well, look who gave a shit about it being cool or not. Not me. It wasn't in my character to care; I most certainly wouldn't start now.

Rina had always wanted me. Yes, with how she walked around letting those boobs swing, the fucking puta had wanted a taste of me. I wasn't going to believe the lie she'd told last night. About how nobody had touched her or seen her nude. There was no wa