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 woke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. My breath came in shallow gasps, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The nightmare had been so vivid—Hugo’s cold grip on my arm, his menacing laugh echoing in my ears as they dragged me away. 


I sat up, my head spinning as I wiped the sweat from my brow. My body was trembling, the weight of the past few days catching up with me. I couldn’t breathe in this room, couldn’t bear the suffocating air. I needed fresh air, and I needed it now. 


I quickly got to my feet and opened the balcony door, stepping into the cool night air. The city lights of Madrid sprawled before me, their soft glow offering a slight comfort, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. Thoughts of Hugo, Dario, and everything in between clouded my vision. 


I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, staring into the distance, before I noticed him. 


Some Bent Apologies