All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

120 Chapters

PROLOGUE

NINE YEARS AGO Englewood, Chicago. VINCENZO ❦༺⚔༻❦ "It's normal for a teenage boy undergoing puberty to have sexual urges, but acting on them is demonic and God hates it," the priest said. My Mama's head snapped in my direction, a silent, accusing warning, and I rolled my eyes. She had dragged me all the way down to this place and forced me to sit through mass, but the man's sermon sounded like the annoying sound of rusty zinc on a windy day back home. I cast Fiorella a flirty look when Mama looked away and she returned it by blowing a kiss in my direction, then a wink that promised me ungodly things. Fiorella was Mama's friend's daughter. She was four years older than I was, but we'd been combing the streets of Chicago together since Mama and I moved to this neighborhood, and sleeping together for longer than either of our mothers would ever want to know. "The back rooms. I'll go first," Fiorella mouthed quietly, a seductive smirk gracing her pretty face. Yeah, she's that bad.

Chapter 1~ Confession

Chapter 1 PRESENT DAY Gold Coast, Chicago VINCENZO MANCINI ❦༺⚔༻❦ "Isn't that exactly what psychopaths do?" Marcel snarled. "Make a point outside the frame and confidently present themselves as winners." I snatched the bottle from him, eyeing him when he tried to keep his grip on it. "You're not going to have her, and that's final." "A little touchy about this one, are we?" Marcel remarked with a sly smirk. I reclined in my seat. "What can I say?" A man might want to enjoy the soft hands of these sexy, naked strippers without the constant bickering of his brother, but not a man like me, apparently. As it turns out, women and an endless addiction to sex and the unholy love for all the fucked-up things you can imagine in the dark underworld are not the only things I share with my brother. We also share a passionate desire to bite off each other's throats. Because, where is the fun in agreeing on a simple fact instead of bickering like two-year-olds? Nay, the point was proven l

Chapter 2~ Cheap Kill

Chapter 2 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ Once a feared and revered mafia princess, but now nothing more than a caged animal, dragged around like an afterthought by men who'd never dared look me in the eye when my father was still alive. This guy, the one they called Aurelio, didn't like me from the minute I was handed to him on that plane coming here, and that was a month ago, though it felt closer to a lifetime by now. Who was I kidding? Nobody likes me, not anymore, and maybe not ever really, if I was being honest with myself for once. His rough grip on my arm was firm, leaving bruises that would join the collection already marring my skin. Each step as he dragged me through the block made me wince in pain, but I didn't let out a single sound, not for him, not for any of them. Aurelio's face was impassive, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. He probably thought I deserved every bit of this. They all did, and honestly, some days I was starting to believe them too. "Watch your step," Aurelio

Chapter 3~ Little Mouse

Chapter 3 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ It took less than a second for Vincenzo to react, snatching his gun even though the car was running at a speed he could barely control, and with a burst tire, we were likely to roll off a cliff or end up in an anthill, but that didn't stop him, his focus somehow sharper the more chaotic everything around us became. Without taking his eyes off me, he kept his pistol accurately aimed at my chest, his eyes a silent dare for me to do anything stupid with the rifle. "You're going to drive us into a fucking ditch if you don't control this damn piece of junk!" I hissed. "You have a knack for stating the obvious, I see." Then his voice turned serious, "But around here, you don't take unless I give, understood?" Something in the way he said that made my ovaries jump in excitement. Fucking idiots, I thought miserably, as if one Mancini wasn't enough. Another loud bang outside and the little control Vincenzo had over it went flying out the window. It veered straight

Chapter 4~ Hell In Her Eyes

Chapter 4 VINCENZO ❦༺⚔༻❦ She has fire, I'd give her that. Most women in her position would have broken down by now, begging for mercy, tears streaming down their faces, maybe even dead by now. But not Stacy Salvatore. No, she was too proud, too defiant to crumble so easily. I mean, when you've spent years learning wickedness at your father's knee, you become just like him. The way she handled that rifle was almost admirable, if I weren't so determined to crush that pride of hers when the time came. I led her towards the truck, finding her futile attempts to free herself from my grip almost amusing. She was smart enough to know that fighting me wouldn't get her anywhere, but that didn't stop her from trying. There was a wildness in her, a desperate need to prove she wasn't as helpless as she felt. It was that same wildness that would make her useful, even if it meant keeping her on a short leash until I was ready to use her. "Let go of me," she spat, her voice dripping with ve

Chapter 5~ Bloody Doors

Chapter 5 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ I slumped in the damn chair, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. It had been days, weeks, maybe, since I'd had a decent shower or a proper meal. I twisted my wrists, even though I'd done it a thousand times in the last hour, each time with the same fruitless result. My skin was raw where the cuffs had rubbed it, another small humiliation to add to the pile. I'm fucking tired, too fucking tired, tired in a way that felt like it had settled all the way into my bones and set up camp there. But at least I'm still breathing, that's a ray of hope there, right? Well, after the gunshot Vincenzo fired in the car, still breathing felt like a twisted miracle. Not even a scratch, maybe his target was bad? But he did kill that guy behind me without blinking, without so much as a second thought about the life he'd just ended. I sighed. I'd missed my only chance to run. That's how I knew my body was losing this fight, no matter how much my mind still refused to

Chapter 6~ Shut Down

Chapter 6 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ I couldn't tear my eyes away from it: the sharp blade gleamed ominously in the dim light. The knife was supposed to scare me. With the way his eyes followed my face closely, I could tell he was expecting I'd be shaking like a leaf by now, and it clearly annoyed him that I wasn't giving him that satisfaction. "I see you like to talk," he remarked dryly. I squinted my eyes to meet his. "And I see you like to make a dramatic entrance." I relaxed in the seat, more out of tiredness than defiance. "Actually, I agree with you. Let's get this hideous meeting over and done with. We could start with you telling me who you are." The man chuckled, a low, sinister sound. "You don't need to know who I am," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "All you need to know is that you've pissed off the wrong people, sweetheart." He stepped closer, the tip of the knife grazing the skin on my arm. I didn't flinch. The fear was paralyzing, but I couldn't let it show. "What do yo

Chapter 7~ A Girl’s Gotta Survive

Chapter 7 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ I woke up with a throbbing headache, the kind that felt like a jackhammer was having a field day inside my skull. Squinting against the brightness of the room, I took in my surroundings, trying to piece together how the hell I ended up here. The bed I was lying on was massive: king-sized, plush, with ridiculously soft sheets that I would have appreciated under different circumstances. The room was elegant, far too flashy compared to the dingy places I'd been in lately. Soft light filtered through the expensive curtains, and everything was tastefully decorated, almost too perfect. For a moment, I wondered if I'd died and somehow ended up in a rich person's heaven. Or hell. I mean, for the sins I'd committed, I might as well get a five-star suite in hell. Because I sure as hell didn't remember checking into a five-star hotel anytime recently. I sat up slowly, wincing as the room spun for a second. Rubbing my temples, I tried to recall the events leading up

Chapter 8~ Sneaky Bastard

Chapter 8 VINCENZO ❦༺⚔༻❦ She didn't say anything after that, which was good because I could use the silence. I moved to the doorway, then changed my mind, not sure if I could trust her not to dig a hole through the wall and crawl out. I just stood at the doorway, staring at Stacy as she sat there, examining her wrists which were still red from the cuffs, then as if realizing she had a job to make my life miserable, she stood up and went around the room, turning and scrutinizing things like this was a room she'd traveled and left unoccupied for the longest time. A small, infuriating smile played on her lips as she flipped one thing after the other. There were no weapons in here, I'd asked Vito to make sure of it, so I didn't try to stop her. Instead, I let my mind wander off. That was until I heard her voice, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. "You look like you could use a drink," Stacy said, her eyes flicking to the locked liquor cabinet. "Something very strong." "Why are

Chapter 9~ No Clothes

Chapter 9 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ Vincenzo left the room minutes ago, the door clicking shut behind him with that deliberate, measured calm he always seemed to carry. I stayed put, not bothering to track his exit or try the door handle, just listening to the sound of his footsteps fading away. It wasn't like I had anywhere to go, not that I would, even if I did. The smile tugging at the corner of my lips felt almost out of place in this situation, but I couldn't help it. The room he left me in was a study in luxury, but it was luxury devoid of any personality. Sleek, polished walls, expensive furniture, all in muted tones that could have been plucked from the pages of some high-end magazine. But there was nothing here to suggest that anyone actually lived in this space. No personal belongings, no stray items left out of place, just an empty, pristine shell. It was like a beautifully wrapped gift box with nothing inside. Well, except that wooden toy with my captor's name carved in the most

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