~ELENA~

Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.

“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.

My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.

Riccardo steps closer, his dark gaze locked on me, and I suddenly feel trapped between the three of them.

Nico smirks, clearly not backing down completely.

“See? She listens to me just fine. Maybe she likes it when one of us takes control” he teases.

Vincenzo’s head snaps toward him, his glare sharp enough to cut glass.

“Then you’ll watch while...