All Chapters of Bound by vengeance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DAVINA The deep bass of the music pulsed through the walls, muffling even my own breath. The red light of the room painted Vincent’s skin with a feverish glow, shadows carving his sharp features. He was there, my dark prince, the only thing standing between me and the edge.My fingers trembled when he gripped my waist, firm, as if telling me without words that everything was okay. But it wasn’t. It never had been. I could feel the hungry eyes all around us, even if the glass separated us from the rest of the club.I forced myself to look up and meet his stormy gray gaze. He didn’t seem shaken. On the contrary, he looked at me with that familiar mix of fascination and control that made the world fall away.&l

VINCENTI was sitting in the car, the only sound was the faint echo of music drifting through the cracked window. My father’s death, the capo, was still fresh, barely digested, but the consequences were relentless. The betrayal by his own brother, who set the trap, still burned in my memory. Rage, pain, and vengeance followed every step I took, but I couldn’t let any of it blind me.The problem was, Italy was no longer an option.There was a price on my head. Many wanted me dead for power, money, or revenge. Most of all, my uncle. The only thing that bastard wanted more than my death was the capo title that rightfully belonged to me.He thought that now my father was out of the game, I’d return there, as tradition dictated. But he was wrong. I couldn’t go back to Italy, not now that I was an easy target.The sound of the door opening interrupted my thoughts. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.“Are you good with this whole thing about your father?” he asked, his tone serious.

DAVINAI was frozen, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to process everything Gutemberg had just told me. I stared at him with wide eyes, my breathing rapid. He may not have known before, but still he should have told me. He should’ve given me some explanation the moment he found out."How could you not tell me?" My voice came out louder than I intended, but the frustration and fear had caught me off guard. "You knew about your father, and you didn’t tell me."Gutemberg closed his eyes and sighed, and I realized he was just as shaken as I was."You should’ve said something sooner!" I continued, my voice steadier now. All I could think about were all those girls trapped. "I... I can’t believe you kept thi

DAVINAGutemberg stared at me for a long moment and then, without saying a word, loosened his grip on my hips, but remained lying on top of me. His gaze was full of regret, but also of a quiet rage."I didn’t do this to hurt you, Davina," he murmured in a tone I couldn’t quite place, almost a sigh. "I was angry... but not at you."He slowly raised a hand and touched my face with an almost painful gentleness, as if he were apologizing but didn’t know how. I wanted to pull away, but at the same time, something inside me still wanted to know what he was trying to say.The air between us was heavy, tense, but in a way that made the atmosphere pulse around us, heating with his proximity. I was still pinned, and despit

DAVINAThe minutes feel like an eternity as I stand there, phone in hand, staring at the screen as if it might magically light up and bring news. The hours drag on, and every second of silence squeezes my chest tighter. Vincent and Gutemberg had left three hours ago with the plan to rescue the girls, and even though I knew what they were doing was risky, something inside me couldn’t stop the growing anxiety. I needed to know if they were okay, if they were safe.The sound of the door opening makes me jump. I look up, and there they are. Vincent and Gutemberg walk in, but not the way I expected. Their faces are covered with balaclavas, their bodies hidden under military vests and heavy boots, and they're both bleeding. I don’t know where from, but there’s blood everywhere on their clothes, their ha