Fallen for Revenge

inning to fall outside. She had spent the day trapped in her own room, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on

With each breath, the cold, sterile room seemed to close in on her. She didn't know how long she

r glass-her third or fourth of the day. She had lost count. The sharp sting of alcohol bur

nger, the despair-all of it faded into a distant hum. She was no longer Anna Voss, the girl wh

At first, she thought it was a dream-a figure stepping through the threshold, cloaked in

as C

yes, dark and calculating, roamed over her figure, taking in the disheveled state she was in. She sat o

lo's voice was low, s

nd her tongue felt thick in her mouth. She blinked slowly,

gerous in his gaze, something that sent a shiver down Anna's spine. He wasn't like Vincent. Not exactl

per as he knelt down in front of her, his eyes locking

as Carlo's hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle at first, then more deliberate.

dangerously close to hers. "I can give you that

ghed down by the alcohol coursing through her veins, but there was a part of her-

ening, his lips were on hers. The kiss was rough, hungry, filled with a desperation that matched the chaos inside

ther's cruelty. He pushed her down onto the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he claimed her with a fiercene

ke nothing-just another paw

ost in the heat of the moment, the door to

his eyes wild with fury. In his hand was a gun, gleami

. The air was thick with tension,

his voice low and venomous. "I should

ch. His eyes met Vincent's with a cold defiance, but there was a

ng his hands in a gesture of pe

them. His hand trembled, the fury radiating off him in waves. "You think

o tried again, but Vinc

collar and slamming him against the wall. The gun pressed against

hissed through gritted te

d. She could barely comprehend what was happening, her mind still fogged

incent was goi

ing his elbow into his brother's side and knocking him off balance. The gun clattered to the floor, spinning

He knew better than to stick around in this state. Vincent's men would soon come running with their guns, and he needed no

heart pounded in her chest, her pulse roaring in her ears. She had to es

dripping with venom. "I should ha

r by the arm and dragging her toward the door. Anna cr

nked her through the hallway. "You think you can be

hat echoed Vincent's fury. He didn't stop until they were

the ground with a sickening thud. She gasped, the wind knocked out of her as

oice barely audible over the storm. "You don't des

there was no mercy in Vincent's eyes. He turned his back on her, walking back to

flame of defiance. Vincent had taken everything from her, but he mad

nd one day, she wil