Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

90 days with my billionaire ex

I couldn’t believe my ears. My emotions might have gotten the better of me last night at the club, but this accusation? This was a whole new level. Dario was accusing me—me! —of having something with Bruno, the man he supposedly trusted like a brother. 


I stared at him, trying to hold back the storm brewing inside me. "Seems like you have some trust issues," I said, closing the space between us, my voice sharper than I intended. 


"Perhaps. Bruno, I trust. But you, Katy James Bennett…" His tone was icy, each word dripping with venom. "You act innocent, sweet, and naïve, but underneath, you're vicious, hungry for attention..." 


He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed away, only to find myself pressed against the wall. His gaze pinned me in place. 


"Stop, Dario!" I whispered, my voice trembling. 


Guilty but not Guilty