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Chapter Twenty-Five: Vincent

I threw my phone against the pavement so hard that it shattered into a million pieces. I’d attempted to get Giorgio to close the security gate before Katya could get away, but he didn’t make it in time. She was gone. A torrent of emotions was whipping up inside of me, so severe that I couldn’t quite get a grip. I still hadno fucking cluewhat was going on. I thought that I was in bed with my wife.

Why would I expect that any other woman would be in our bed and reaching for my junk?

Yes, I may have immediately noticed that something felt off when we started having sex, but I just thought she was tired. Katya had been through so much lately, that it made sense to me that she would be a little off her game. I was a little off mine too. That was the cost of going through the things that we’d suffered through these past couple of weeks. The adrenaline wore off, we were both exhausted.

Or so I thought.

“What the fuck is going on?” Devrick asked.

But I ignored him. Instead, I walked back into my house and ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. The mysterious, brown haired woman was still laying on the bed, so I flipped the lights on and ran over to her.

“Hey! Get up!” I stormed around to the other side of the bed, grabbed her arm and snatched her up, and my heart fell into my stomach when the dark brown wig tumbled off her head, leaving behind a head of blond hair. “Lyn!”

Devrick rounded the corner, looked at the situation and then looked at me with a dropped jaw. “Vince, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t!” I snapped. “I thought this was Katya!”

He recoiled, “What?! How could you not know it wasn’t your wife?”

“She’s wearing a wig! It…” I lifted it up and smelled it. “It even smells like Katya!”

“Yeah! It’s probably one of her wigs!” Devrick screamed back. “You know, the whole master of disguise shit?!”

“You’re hurting me,” Lyn whimpered.

“I don’t give a flyingfuck! What did you do?! Why are you in my bed?!”

Tears started to pour out of her eyes. “I was just showing you that there was a better option out there for you! Look how quickly she left! She wouldn’t even give you a chance to explain!”

“Did you have sex with her, Vincent?” Devrick asked in a judgmental tone that made my blood boil.

I looked over at him. “I told you. I didn’t know what was going on! I thought it was Kat. I thought that maybe she was just tired and having an off day.”

He closed his eyes. “Vincent… Did Katya see you?”

“Yes! And she just took my son and left because ofthis.” I tightened my grip on Lyn’s arms and she whined a little louder. “Was this part of the plan?” I asked. She looked down at the floor like she wasn’t going to answer, so I threw her down onto the ground, opened my bedside table drawer, pulled out the gun I had inside, cocked it, and pointed it down at Lyn. “Was this part of the plan?”

“Yes!” she yelled. “You should just forget about her, okay? Ant always gets what he wants, and he knows that she’s the way to get it. He probably already has her in his clutches. Herandyour son.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘she’s the way to get it?’” Devrick asked. “Is she not what he wants?”

I stabbed my gun closer to Lyn’s face. “Answer him, right now!”

“I can’t! I can’t say anything!” she screamed. “It’s too late for you! Antonio is going to get what he wants no matter what. You can’t defeat him.”

I crouched down to the ground so low that I was hovering just centimeters above Lyn. My dad came rushing to my mind, a man so wicked and so cruel, there wasn’tanythinghe wouldn’t do to get what he wanted. If information was what he needed, he used to tell me, there werealwaysways to get someone to talk. I shied away from straight up torturing people—if they were useless, I just cut them loose—but this was my family we were talking about, and if Lyn knew where I could find them, then she’d tell me, or I would make her tell me.

“How strong are you in reality?” I growled at her. “Do you think you can withstand being drenched in water and electrocuted? Do you think you can survive having your fingernails pulled off one-by-one?”

“Vince,” Devrick said behind me.

“What about hanging upside down untilallthe blood runs down to your head. You know if you stay that way for too long, your other limbs will stop working. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair?”

Devrick piped up again. “Vincent.”

“Or how many cuts do you think you can handle? Did you know I could makehundredsand still not let enough blood for you to die? Then I could take salt, lemon juice, ammonia…sooomany things would make every single one of those cuts scream with pain all at once.”