Entangled With The Vicenzos
She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her.
She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there.
Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he?
“W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her.
“One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her.
He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him.
“I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back.
He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered.
Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her.
“Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it.
Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper.
“Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.”
After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.