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

Breaking into Hugo’s mansion was easier than I anticipated—too easy. It was almost like they didn’t expect anyone to come for her. But that was their first mistake. 


I crept through the estate’s back garden, using the shadows to my advantage. The place was crawling with guards, their patrols predictable, their arrogance palpable. Hugo always underestimated his enemies. 


My fists clenched as I thought about Katy, alone and vulnerable. This wasn’t just a mission anymore; it was personal. I’d promised myself I’d keep her safe, and I wasn’t going to fail her—or Dario. 


Slipping through a side door, I navigated the maze of hallways, my ears tuned to every sound. A muffled voice caught my attention, and I followed it, my instincts sharp. 


The lounge door was slightly ajar, and I peered through the crack. My blood boiled at the sight of Hugo’s hand on Katy’s thigh, his lips grazing her neck. She was smiling, but I knew that smile. It was fake. 


Breaking Free