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 knew what I was doing when I left Katy without saying goodbye. She was too peaceful, too content in her sleep for me to disturb her. She needed rest—she’d earned it. But as I stood by the edge of the bed, watching her for a brief moment, something clenched in my chest. I ignored it. 


Turning away, I grabbed my coat and walked out, shutting the door quietly behind me. 


Outside, Sonia, Bruno, and three of my men were already waiting in the driveway. Good. I hated waiting for anyone. 


Without a word, I slid into the backseat of the car with Sonia and Bruno, the others following in the second vehicle. The drive to the airport was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Maybe it was the mission ahead, or maybe they were just learning to keep their mouths shut. Either way, I welcomed the silence. 


Playing with Fire