Chapter 49. Beg for It

Vincenzo POV

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 flinches, and it only sharpens the blade of my rage.

“He trapped me inside a room,” she whispers.

I am more angry.

How can he trap her?? Like prey?? Like some cheap whore he could corner and play with?? How dare the bastard??

I can already picture his hands on her skin, his mouth where it never belonged. The thought