UNTIL DEATH ( Love should Never be this deathly )

CHAPTER 8

Silence hung heavily in the air, a heavy tension that suffocated the room, wrapping around every soul present like a thick fog. It was a silence that demanded attention, a moment suspended in time, marked indelibly by the act of defiance that had just unfolded. Rosa stood at the center of this charged atmosphere, her hand still lingering in the wake of her audacious act—the slap that had struck the Mafia King, a man whose name was whispered in fearful reverence and whose reputation loomed over them all like a dark cloud.

Vincent's transformation was immediate and arresting. Gone was the composed and calculating leader; in his place was a tempest of fury. His eyes, once cool and piercing, now burned with a wild intensity, bloodshot and fierce, as if they could set the very air ablaze. The faint mark of her slap began to redden on his cheek, a physical testament to her audacity, igniting a rage so profound that it seemed to ripple outward, affecting the very fabric of the room.

Enzo, one of the five imposing figures who surrounded Vincent, felt an instinctive chill race down his spine. He quickly signaled to Alex, who stood at Vincent's right, his expression a mixture of concern and urgency. If Alex did not act swiftly to diffuse the situation, Enzo feared that Vincent's wrath could spiral into something irreversible—a decision made in a moment of blind fury that neither man would soon forget.

Rosa's heart raced as she registered Vincent's murderous gaze, a predatory intensity that sent a jolt of fear coursing through her veins. She instinctively took a step back, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. But Vincent was relentless, advancing with a steady, deliberate pace that mirrored her retreat. Each step he took felt like a drumbeat of impending doom, pounding in her chest and echoing in her ears.

She was outmatched, outnumbered by five muscular men whose loyalty to Vincent was as fierce as the loyalty of wolves to their pack. In this moment, Rosa realized the depth of her vulnerability; she was a lone candle flickering in the midst of a storm, fragile and unprotected.

Vincent's imposing figure loomed over Rosa as he advanced, each step a silent declaration of his dominance with force that seemed to crackle with unspoken threats.

"Master... We should..." Alex, attempted to interject, his voice laced with caution. But before he could finish, Vincent silenced him with a dismissive wave of his hand, a gesture that conveyed both authority and irritation.

Rosa turned her face away, instinctively seeking distance as Vincent closed the gap between them. She could feel the heat of his breath against her face, warm and unsettling, sending icy thrills cascading down her spine. The proximity was overwhelming, a suffocating reminder of the peril she faced. Her heart raced, each beat a frantic reminder of her vulnerability, and she fought to keep her composure under the weight of his gaze.

Vincent drew nearer, the air thick with tension as his voice emerged in a low, dangerous whisper that sent a shiver of dread racing down her spine. "You made a huge mistake..." His words dripped with a volatile blend of anger and a twisted affection, a paradoxical mix that both chastised and revered her audacity.

In a sudden, explosive movement, he slammed his palm against the wall beside her face, the sound reverberating through the air like a thunderclap. The force of it startled her, causing her body to jump instinctively, as if the very walls of her composure had been shaken.

A rush of adrenaline surged through her, and her hands trembled at her sides. Her heart raced, each beat pounding against her ribcage like a frantic drum. In a desperate bid for solace, she closed her eyes tightly, a reflexive shield against the overwhelming intensity of the moment, as if she instinctively braced herself for the possibility of harm.

He leaned back just slightly, his face mere inches from hers, allowing his breath to cascade over her skin—a warm, tantalizing breeze that mingled with the intoxicating scent that enveloped her.