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

The car ride with Lucian was far from quiet. He was chatty, indulging me in endless small talk that I had no interest in. 


His charm, though evident, did nothing to stir me. He wasn’t my kind of man. Dario was. Dario was dangerous, calculated, and ruthlessly commanding. He was the kind of man who exuded power and made women surrender without a second thought. 


Lucian? Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but he didn’t carry the same air of dominance. Dario wasn’t just a man; he was the man. My man. Or at least, he would be soon. It didn’t matter that he was tangled up with Katy—my own sister. I wanted him, and I wasn’t one to back down from something—or someone—I wanted. 


As the sleek black Benz came to a stop, I pulled myself from my thoughts. We were in front of a sprawling mansion, its lights glowing like a beacon in the night. The size of the estate was as intimidating as it was beautiful. This had to be Hugo’s place. 


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