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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The house was quiet, but the storm inside me was deafening as I carried Katy through the door. Her head lolled against my chest, her skin cold to the touch, and her breaths shallow. Veronica appeared at the top of the stairs, her face pale as she hurried down to meet me. 


“Dario, what the hell happened?” she demanded, panic flickering in her voice. 


I didn’t answer. Not yet. I marched past her, my grip tightening around Katy as I climbed the stairs and entered her room. The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, an unsettling contrast to the lifeless way she hung in my arms. 


I laid her down on the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She stirred, her lips parting as though she was trying to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Then, her eyes opened—a hazy, unfocused gaze locking on mine. 


She started sobbing, her shoulders shaking as she curled in on herself. 


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