Chapter 129 The Wait

• Antonella’s face was a map of fresh bruises, her skin laced with cuts that screamed at the violence she’d endured, yet even battered, she kept her chin high, refusing to crumble under the weight of her humiliation.
• “Was this necessary?” Vincenzo asked, irritation flashing across his face at the spectacle his cousin had staged. “Get her out of here.” He turned away from the scene, scanning the crowd for Tommaso.
• “As you wish, Don,” Fabrizio replied without protest, hauling Antonella up by the arm with the same brutality.