Venom's Kiss: A Mafia Love Triangle Romance

15

I was supposed to be packing for the trip, but every time I tried to fold a shirt or grab my toiletries, I stopped, my mind wandering back to Vito.

I felt trapped in my own head, suffocated by the memories and the fear of what was to come.

I couldn't help but wonder if this whole thing—this wedding invitation—was a trap.

Was Vito luring me in?

Did he want something from me?

From Juan?

And if so, what was it?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

I was being paranoid.

There was no way Vito could have orchestrated all of this just to get to me.

He had his own life, his own business to worry about.

But then again, why now?

Why, after all this time, had he come back into my life just as I was about to marry Juan?

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

Something didn't feel right.

There were too many coincidences, too many things that lined up too perfectly.

Vito returning to take over Juan's father's company, the wedding invitation, the strange way Juan had been acting—it all felt connected somehow, but I couldn't see how the pieces fit together.