VINCENZO

I didn't know how long I stood staring at the bench. That was the least of my worries.

All I could see in my mind’s eye was Rina, laughing while that son of a bitch fondled her. Her giggle didn't annoy me as much as her nonchalance. She didn't care that her body was groped, milked raw, used! That fucking bitch was okay having Alessio touch her, but would weep each time I made a move.

I shut my eyes to block the image. Steam blew from my nostrils and ears.

Alessio. He had the effrontery to talk back to me. He'd looked me in the eye and challenged...