His Angel of Vengeance
“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.”
A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real.
He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.”
“Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…”
Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.
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