Guilt stabbed right when my eyes met Vincent's deadly silver orbs. I always saw him carefree, sweet, understanding with me. But now, he looked the Mafia people were scared of. The fury burning in his eyes were blazing me. I was in pain, not just from the blows but from the guilt of keeping things from him, to see him concerned because of me.
His eyes zeroed to my bruises and his silver orbs darkened in rage. His steps were fast yet elegant when he reached for me. His long and slender fingers gripping my chin, as he looked at the bruises. His touch, his actions were far more gentle than the anger painted on his face. The distance amid us wasn't huge but at the moment, I felt far away from him.
Shaking his head, he shifted his hands to my lower back and guided me towards his black sleek c
