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27. The aftermath
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BELLAThe ride back to the mansion was quiet. I had brushed off Vincent’s arm when I got into the car, putting as much space between us as possible. Now, I sat with my body pressed against the door, staring out the window, stewing.Why had he suddenly come back? And why did he show up at my school like that? Fighting for me, of all things?He doesn’t care about me. Hell, he was a bigger bully than Daniel, so why did he interfere? And then to call me his woman?Was he claiming me? Like I was some possession that belonged to him? The thought made my blood boil.I hadn’t even gotten to tell Carmen goodbye, all because he dragged me away. I had wanted to spend a little more time with her before being locked inside that hellhole for the next two days.Leave it to Vincent to ruin my plans.And where had he even been all this time?The car rolled to a stop. A guard opened the door for him first, and he stepped out without a word. Then he turned to me, extending his hand.I shot him a glare b
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VINCENTI don’t take betrayal lightly. Everyone knows that.But it seems I’ve been too lenient, too merciful. And now, some bastards have mistaken that for weakness.That was my mistake.And I intend to correct it.“Are you sure he’s going to be there, Bianchi?” My voice was calm, but the weight behind it was anything but.Bianchi gave a slow nod. “Yes, Don. It’s been confirmed, that’s his hideout. But he’s smart and sneaky. No one who gets too close ever makes it out alive.”A cruel smirk tugged at my lips.“Then I’ll just have to deal with him myself.”My voice was ice cold.Because if there’s one thing they should have learned by now, It’s that no one betrays me and lives to tell the tale.“Except for that one bastard.” My mind added.If he thought he could betray me and hide behind his so-called protection, he was dead wrong.I would rip his cover open. And burn them all.“This is his picture, Don.”Bianchi handed me a photograph. One look and a slow smirk curled at my lips.“Bull
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BELLA“Please…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.“Touch me. Spank me. Use me to do whatever you want but don’t leave me like this.” My body trembled, aching for relief as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.Vincent tilted his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling at his lips. “Where’s the fun in that, Princess?” His voice was low, dark, teasing.“If I give it to you so easily, you won’t value it.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Show me how much you want it.”I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling as I fought against the need clawing through me. “I want you. I need you. Please… just touch me.” My voice was thick with desperation, pleasure pooling behind my ribs.Vincent’s eyes darkened as he crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey.“How badly do you need me, Princess?” he murmured, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my arm, sending shivers across my body. “Tell me where you want me.”My breath hitched as I watc
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 85. Someone new
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The Mafia’s Feisty Captive 82. His words aren’t threats
BELLABianchi led me to the mansion, and the moment I stepped inside, a tight knot twisted in my chest. My eyes instinctively searched the living room, half-expecting to see Vincent lounging on the couch, flipping through documents with that quiet focus he always wore. But he wasn’t there. The room was still.Bianchi came to a halt, turning just slightly as if he were making sure I followed. I wanted so badly to ask him where Vincent was, to break the heavy silence between us, but I couldn’t. He’d already warned me. He’d made it painfully clear that he couldn’t stand the sight of me.And honestly, I couldn’t blame him. His hatred was earned. I destroyed the one person who meant the world to both of us. I broke Vincent. I broke us.Even now, knowing I deserved every bit of Bianchi’s loathing, it still burned. It burned that I couldn’t say I’m sorry. That I couldn’t explain or try to make it right. I’d shattered Vincent’s trust and wounded him in the most unforgivable way. And what did
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VINCENT“You can’t seriously be considering this, right?” Bianchi’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, his eyes locked on mine with a mixture of disbelief and fury.I let out a long, weary sigh, dragging a hand down my face. I was tired, tired of thinking, tired of feeling, tired of the war inside my head.“You have got to be kidding me,” he snapped, stepping closer. “After everything that’s happened, after what she did, you really believe that child is yours? She’s been working with Santiago. Santiago!” he exclaimed.“How the hell can you be sure they haven’t been screwing behind your back the entire time?”His words were sharp, like shards of glass, cutting through my thoughts with brutal precision.“She’s a liar,” he continued, voice rising with frustration. “You know that. Even if she is pregnant, that doesn’t make it your problem. Just because you slept with her doesn’t make you the damn father.”I stared at the floor, jaw clenched. Every word he said echoed the fears I
