Chapter 10

Vincent’s POV

I sat heavily on my seat after the bitch of a personal assistant exited my office, and I sighed deeply. There were many things on my mind, but surprisingly the same subject which was the same lady who I ought not to think about.

I lean on my seat and rubbed my temples in deep thoughts. One thing I couldn’t quite explain is my need to hurt the lady so badly, and still I can’t exactly do a thing.

All my life, my whole thoughts and actions had been centered on money, power and influence, never women. Now having to think of the same lady over and over again must certainly constitute an insane state of mind. I reasoned numbly.

It was so unlike me to keep thinking of a subject, over and over again, unless it had something to do with my plans for revenge, the plans that have brought me this far in both the business world, and the mafia world.

Fuck, I think I really do need a therapist now. I mumbled and rubbed my forehead in frustration.

I hate to think about her really, bu