Vim Vigor Fitness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“My wife.” “She is not part of our brotherhood, and she doesn't have the bloodlines or connections to help our family expand,” Vittorio muttered, his voice dropping into a whisper, a vicious bite behind his words. “Why on earth would you discard the alliance I arranged for you for a common stripper whore?” My vision went instantly narrow. A violent impulse flared in my chest, and my knuckles itched to slam directly into his arrogant face. Instead, I slowly curled my fist flat against my thigh, my eyes darkening as I locked gazes with him.

Vic rolled over in bed and groaned as every muscle in her body cried from the non-stop events from yesterday. After spending what felt like hours letting Maddelena dress her up and ask millions of questions, Rocco and Max showed up to take her for an introduction to their version of “keeping fit”. The hand-to-hand with Rocco had been relatively routine, but Max had taken her to a range Volkov had on the compound. Some of the high-powered rifles Max insisted she fire had jarred her shoulders and hips before Rowan decided to put her body through more rigorous physical challenges. Vic sat up and pulled her shirt up with a grunt to survey the damage, her sides were already starting to bruise whi

It did, for a time, but now that the scent had worn off there would be no holding him back when his anger flared. “Oh, my baby, we’ll find her. I promise.” “D-d-don’t promise s-s-something that y-you can’t g-get me.” He says, turning his body in my arms to look at me. His normally bright and beautiful emerald green eyes have become dull and lifeless, with dark circles underneath. His once muscular frame has begun to thin out because he’s not eating and not working out like he used to. Junie would be so upset to see him like this.