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 walked into the discussion room with a slow, deliberate pace, my mind already racing through the possibilities. The walls were lined with maps, dossiers, and a few pieces of equipment scattered across the table. Bruno, Ali, and the rest of the team were waiting for me, their eyes heavy with anticipation. No one said anything as I took my seat, but the silence was thick with the weight of the situation. 


“You all know why we’re here,” I said, leaning forward. “Hugo’s going to make a move. The question is when, and how we’re going to respond.” 


Bruno’s eyes flickered, his face calm but calculating. “We’ve been watching him for days. The longer we wait, the more unpredictable it becomes. He’s no fool. He knows we’re coming.” 


I nodded, my mind flicking between options. “I know. But if we make a move now, we might walk straight into a trap. We could wait it out, keep a low profile, and force him to make the first move. Let him come to us.” 


Safety Before Safety