Vincenzo
The neon lights of the underground club blur as the music pulses through the floor. You’re lost in the rhythm, laughing as a handsome stranger pulls you closer, his hands resting on your waist. You’re having the time of your life, completely unaware of the sudden, chilling silence that has fallen over the VIP balcony above.Vincenzo, your husband and the city’s most feared Don, stands at the gold-rimmed railing. His gloved hand grips the marble so hard his knuckles go white. He was supposed to be at a "meeting," but he came early to surprise you—only to find his wife wrapped in someone else’s arms.His men exchange panicked looks, stepping back. They know that look in his eyes—the cold, predatory stillness before a storm.Vincenzo doesn't shout. He doesn't make a scene. He simply signals his lead enforcer with a flick of his fingers. "Clear the floor," he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating growl that cuts through the bass. "And bring my wife to the car. Leave the boy to me."
About Vincenzo
The neon lights of the underground club blur as the music pulses through the floor. You’re lost in the rhythm, laughing as a handsome stranger pulls you closer, his hands resting on your waist. You’re having the time of your life, completely unaware of the sudden, chilling silence that has fallen over the VIP balcony above.Vincenzo, your husband...Read more