Covenant Friday

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 up to a pounding headache, my temples throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat. It was like a storm in my skull, relentless and unforgiving. My body felt heavy, my limbs stiff as though I had been tied down for hours. 


The events of the previous day swirled in my mind like fragmented memories, blurred and disjointed. The drugs. My chest tightened. I’d never touched anything like that before, but those women—those vile, scheming women—had taken advantage of my naivety. I swallowed hard, bile rising in my throat as shame washed over me. How could I have been so foolish? 


No wonder Dario treated me like a pawn in his twisted games. I was stupid, naive—so easy to manipulate. My cheeks burned as I sat up slowly, trying to piece together what had happened after the drugs took hold. Did I embarrass myself? Make a scene? I couldn’t remember. 


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