บททั้งหมดของ Love & Vengeance : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Vittoria’s POV It was noon when we reached Las Vegas. The dry desert air was a stark contrast to the cold morning we had left behind.A black car drove to meet us and we slid into the passenger seat and signaled for the driver to move.As we weaved through the traffic I glanced at Mr Palazzo, unable to shake the question that had been in my mind. “Is Mr Lombardi coming?”He turned to me with an expressionless gaze, “No.”I pressed my lips together, annoyed with myself for asking the question. “We're here,” Mr Palazzo said as the car stopped in front of a white mansion.The gates swung open and we walked inside.Before we could even knock, the door opened revealing a tall man with slicked-back black hair and a roguish smile.Antonio Lombardi Ricardo's cousinHis eyes immediately landed on me, sweeping over me in a way that made my skin crawl. He stood up straight and widened his grin, stretching his hand out to shake me.“Ahh Mr Palazzo, thank you for coming. And thank you for bring

Ricardo’s POV I ended the call with Mr Palazzo, the extension of the trip was beginning to annoy me.It was supposed to be for one day, get in, handle the judge, and get out. Simple.Yet here we were, it was already the second night and they weren't back.The delay wasn't really the problem. It was the idea of Vittoria being around that bastard Antonio.My cousin had a problem with women and I didn't trust him being any where around Vittoria. She was even staying in house.The thought of of it made my blood boil.The memory of her fiery spirit came to mind. Yes, she was no damsel in distress but Antonio was a man.I paced around the room, my phone still in hand, a sense of uneasiness gnawing at me.I called my driver and told him to get the car ready, grabbing my jacket as I headed for the door.“Tell the pilot I'm going to Las Vegas,” I told Marco.“Yes sir,”The flight felt like eternity, each passing minute feeling like an hour.By the time the plane touched down I was barely hold

Vittoria's POV I walked fast, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor as I walked into the conference room. The image of the woman hugging Ricardo was still fresh in my mind. Who was she? I clenched my fist, whoever she was was none of my business. I straightened my blouse and looked around, a few other staff members had arrived and were setting up the projector. It was 10am, and the meeting was supposed to be held by 8am. They were going to hear it from Ricardo. I chose a seat near the middle and sat, greeting the others. Not long after, Ricardo came in. He walked in with his usual commanding presence and we all stood up to greet him. He answered us, scanning the room before his gaze landed on me. I turned away from him quickly, looking at the projection that was set up. He took his place at the head of the table and I looked down at my phone, jotting down some words to appear busy. The meeting began, reports were presented and discussed and fina

Vittoria's POV My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my skirt. My mind replaying what had happened between Ricardo and me.His touch, his kiss, and the way he looked at me shocked me more than I would like to admit.For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. The thought of it was scary to me, I wasn't supposed to develop feelings for Ricardo Lombardi. That wasn't part of the plan.“Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.”My plan was clear; infiltrate, gain their trust, gather information and avenge my father.For the first two, I had already done that. But gathering information in this place was like walking through a maze blindfolded.I leaned against my chair staring at the door he had just walked through.I had to remind myself that Ricardo was dangerous, just because he spoke softly and seemed kind didn't mean otherwise.I had seen him in action. But still….I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not about my revenge or my mission but the way he

Vittoria's POV My heart pounded against my chest, my mind racing with so many thoughts and questions. My hand trembled as I scrolled through my call log. It wasn't the same number that called me before, but it was the same country code, +374. They probably just changed the number, I searched the code online to see that it was for Kazakhstan. “That is not possible,”I murmured to myself. The person is obviously here, in New York. You can't hide forever, Vittoria Russo. The words rang in my head, I was in trouble. But if I could find out who the person was…. I made a mental note to visit Mr Huan in China town, hoping he'll be able to help. Pedestrians beside me started moving and I looked up to see the light had turned green. I shoved my phone into my bag and stepped off the curb, then I heard the screech of tires. A black SUV swerved in front of me, blocking the crosswalk. The door opened and gloved hands came out, dragging me inside. “No–!” I tried to scream, but it died a