11.

Vitale couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts of Natalia. How could she do this to him? How could she betray him five years ago, and then show up in his life again, acting as if nothing had happened? How could she have the nerve to look at him with that familiar warmth in her eyes?

He hated her. He hated her for breaking his heart, for making him doubt himself, for ruining his trust in women. He hated her for being so beautiful, so smart, so brave. He hated her for making him feel things he didn't want to feel, things he had buried deep inside him.

"Fuck.." He muttered, getting up from his bed and put on his clothes. He needed to see her. He needed to confront her. He needed to make her pay for what she had done to him. He needed to show her who was in charge, who had the power, who had the upper hand.

In the dead of the night, Vitale walked out of his room and headed to the basement, where he had locked her up in a cell. Reaching the cell, he o