All Chapters of Consumed By Vincenzo’s Vendetta: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 79 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ I've had near death encounters in the past, today felt like the worst. And the worst part was, I wasn't even sure death was what I actually feared anymore. The mirror bit into my back, cold and unforgiving, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his body pressed against mine. His hand was tangled in my hair, the sharp pull forcing my head back until my eyes met his in the reflection. "Look at yourself," Vincenzo growled, his voice low and edged with something primal. "See what you do to me." His eyes burned into mine, dark and unrelenting, and I hated the way he knew just how that made me feel, my breaths coming quick and shallow. I tried to push against him, to claw back even an inch of control, but his grip tightened, and I froze as the sting shot through my scalp. "Fighting me again?" His smirk twisted cruelly, his other hand sliding up my thigh, dragging the hem of my dress higher. "You don't learn, do you? Maybe that's why I enjoy this so damn muc

Chapter 81 VINCENZO ❦༺⚔༻❦ She was fuming, but that served me well. Anger made her careless, and careless was exactly what I needed her to be. I returned to the sitting room where Vito and Aurelio were waiting once again, their postures stiff. I settled back into the chair, the leather groaning under my weight as I poured myself another glass of whiskey. The warmth slid down my throat, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning through me. My mind stayed in that room upstairs, where Stacy was no doubt pacing like a caged animal, spitting curses that couldn't touch me. The memory of her glare, sharp enough to flay a man alive, made the corner of my mouth twitch. She wanted to act bold, sauntering around half-dressed like she owned the place. By the time I was done with her, she'd understand that I owned her. Aurelio cleared his throat, snapping me back to the moment. He and Vito sat across from me, the look on their faces confirming that something was very wrong, but they didn't

Chapter 83 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ Driving to the airport in the dead of the night was hell enough. My eyes stung from exhaustion, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. But doing it with a bunch of gangsters who'd sooner throw me into a shallow grave than exchange pleasantries was like being hand-delivered to my executioner. The executioner was sitting right beside me, gripping the steering wheel like he wanted to twist my neck instead, and honestly, at this point I wouldn't have put it past him. Vincenzo insisted on driving. Of course, he did. Control freak. He hadn't said a word since after the room episode. He didn't even have to tell me to get into the passenger seat after him, all he had to do was glare at me and I was scrambling inside. Thinking about it now, that unconscious reaction from yours truly pissed me off even more. I hated how quickly my body had learned to obey him without my permission. Every once in a while, I'd catch him flexing his fingers, like he was imagining the

Chapter 85 STACY ❦༺⚔༻❦ Some things never leave you, no matter how much you bury them. The blood, the screams, the helplessness, it's all there, clawing its way back when you least expect it. I stood at the edge of the cabin, arms crossed, glaring out the window into the beads of clouds we were zooming through. Allesia wouldn't let them help her to the damn bed, insisting it was making the pain worse, she was hunched over, gripping her belly like it might explode, her groans were getting louder with every second. Not my problem. None of this was my problem. But to think I'd have to endure this for nine agonizing hours. Russel was pacing like a lunatic, muttering something about how this wasn't supposed to happen here and how he'd never put her in this condition ever again if she survived this one, while Vincenzo stood still behind Allesia, arms on the ready to grab her if she allowed it. He was so calm about it that you'd think he was the husband. And then Allesia screamed. It

Chapter 87 VINCENZO ❦༺⚔༻❦ I leaned against the SUV's door, staring out at the dark, rain-soaked streets. Everything felt too quiet now, a silence that pressed against my ears after hours of chaos, thick and unfamiliar. The jet ride, Allesia's labor and childbirth, the emergency services swarming around Allesia and her baby, all of it was still sharp in my memory. But what lingered most was the image of Stacy, kneeling on that blood-soaked floor, her hands trembling as she worked to save Allesia's life. Despite my reservations about Russel, seeing him like that, a father, was almost surreal. A part of me wondered if I'd ever experience something like that. The idea felt foreign, like trying on a coat that belonged to someone else entirely, someone who hadn't spent his whole life learning how to end things instead of bring them into the world. No. That kind of life wasn't for me. It had softened something in me though, watching Stacy like that. For Russel and Allesia, no less. A