His Angel of Vengeance
It was so quiet that I could clearly hear the knife slicing through tender steak, like it was cutting into my own flesh.
After dinner, Victor received a phone call. Then, he turned to me apologetically.
“Sweetheart, Nazzolini’s wife is here demanding an explanation. I have to deal with it. I’ll have someone drive you home.”
“No need,” I said with a smile. “The night is beautiful. I’ll walk.”
Victor kissed my cheek, looking regretful, and left in a hurry.
On my way home, a damp cloth with a sharp, chemical smell was suddenly pressed tightly over my nose and mouth before everything went black. When I woke up, I was in a dim room. Sophia was also there, bound beside me.
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