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 saw the look on her face when I asked her to marry me—stunned, disbelieving, as if I’d suddenly started speaking a foreign language. Katy blinked at me, her lips parting slightly before she shook her head. 


“This must be a joke,” she said softly, almost as though she was afraid to challenge me directly. 


I clenched my jaw, fighting back the irritation that prickled under my skin. She thought I was joking. Me. I hated being taken for a joker, especially when it came to something as serious as this. I took a deliberate step closer, folding my arms across my chest. 


“You should know by now, Katy,” I said, my voice low and even, “I don’t make jokes. Not about something like marriage.” 


Her brow furrowed, and I could see the gears in her head turning, trying to make sense of my words. Why did she keep pretending like she didn’t know what I wanted from her? Did she think she was here because I needed someone to fill a void in my home? 


Bad Girl Katy