Vincent slammed the door to his room so hard the walls seemed to shudder in response.Inside, soft lighting cast warm shadows over silk sheets and expensive furniture, everything designed to soothe, to flatter, to remind him of his status. None of it worked.A pretty woman in black lace panties and a matching bra gasped, startled out of her thoughts."God! You scared me."Vincent didn’t answer. He barely acknowledged her presence at all. His eyes flicked in her direction for half a second before he looked away, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast. His mind was elsewhere, stuck in that sitting room, replaying every word, every look, every humiliation.His father’s voice.Coyote standing there.That smug, infuriating smirk.Vincent crossed the room like a storm, his movements sharp and erratic. He opened a small compartment near the wall and pulled out a bottle of vodka. His hands shook as he grabbed a glass, trying to pour, but the image hit him again, Aldo handing Coyote t