~VINCENZO~

The second her gasp slipped out, I knew.

I knew Alessandro had laid his filthy hands on her.

The blood in my veins turns molten. My jaw locks so tight I can hear the faint crack of my teeth grinding together.

Elena.

Our Elena.

She's touched, bruised, tainted by someone who had no right to breathe the same air as her.

I hear her stammer, the tremble in her voice when she admits it.

And I fucking lost it.

My hand slams against the table beside us, the wood rattling under my strength.

The sound echoes in the room, a promise of violence waiting for the right direction. She...