Vincenzo

VINCENZO

My closet must be wondering what wrong it had done to have incurred my glare. Despite the pain around my brow, I didn't back down. Fumes shot out from my ears and nostrils. Hot, scalding fumes.

I knew I couldn't do anything. As long as The Alpha retained his position, I wouldn't have my way. I'd always have to answer to him.

Accepting defeat, I pulled the closet open and took out a dress bag. Padre had brought it in this morning. I hadn't bothered to know what was inside. No need. It was definitely a three-piece suit.

I unzipped the bag and had my guesses right. It was the same type of suit I'd worn at previous parties. This was me looking like a bellboy tonight.

I put the pants and the inner shirt on, leaving the rest of the outfit till when I was done with the hairdresser.

As the young man slapped in gel and all whatnot on my hair, I seethed. The anger in me could burn down the entire building. Padre was stepping on my toes. He was—and I had almost reached my breaking