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 stormed into the safehouse, my footsteps echoing through the cold marble floors. My mind was a blur of fury, frustration, and frustration at myself for failing to predict how this would turn out. The only thing certain was the mess I had to clean up. 


Bruno was already waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, holding a drink that he hadn’t even touched. His face was blank, but his eyes betrayed the tension between us. He set the drink down with a slight clink, nodding in greeting. 


“Dario,” Bruno started, his voice steady but with an underlying concern. “I’ve got the details from Venice.” 


I nodded curtly, motioning for him to continue. He wasted no time diving into the events of the past few days—narrow escapes, close calls, and how Katy had held herself under pressure. I let him speak, my gaze distant. For all of his quick thinking and adaptability, one fact still loomed over us—Hugo knew about Katy now. 


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