The same savage look burned in her face that I now had inside me. It was a pity she had no idea that she could not leave this without paying a heavy price. I picked up a baseball bat leaning against the wall and brought it down hard on her leg.
The sound of breaking bone mixed with her screams, but it gave me no pity.
I enjoyed Sylvia’s agony, treating it like an offering to the love I once held. Before I could strike her a second time, the door burst open with a loud crash. A rush of cold air swept in, carrying fury with it.
The barrel of a black pistol was aimed at me.
Matteo’s voice was ice-cold as he ordered me, “Victoria, release her! Don’t make me turn this into something far worse.”
He held the gun firmly in one hand while pulling Sylvia into his embrace with the other. His eyes were tender with his tone full of reassurance as he told her, “Don’t be scared. I’m here now.”
Those words felt painfully familiar. A decade ago, he had said the exact same thing as he stumbled toward me through pools of blood and chaos. I couldn’t help but laughed until tears fell.
“What if I refuse?” I asked, my voice trembling with rage.
He chuckled coldly in response.