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.

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I sat up in bed, my back resting against the headboard as the morning light filtered through the curtains. Katy lay beside me, her chest rising and falling softly with each peaceful breath. Her hair was a tangled mess against the pillow, but to me, she had never looked more beautiful. 


I reached out, letting my fingers gently trace the strands of her hair, twirling them around absentmindedly. Watching her sleep, I couldn’t help but replay the events of the night before. She had been so vulnerable, so willing to let go and trust me. The thought of her surrender filled me with a possessive satisfaction I couldn’t deny. 


But as much as I wanted to revel in that triumph, my mind kept drifting to Hugo. His threats, his influence—it was a storm brewing on the horizon, one that could engulf her if I wasn’t careful. Could I truly protect her from the dangers of my world? From him? 


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