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 to the suffocating weight of darkness pressing against my eyes. My head throbbed, every pulse like a hammer pounding against my skull. The metallic taste of fear lingered on my tongue, bitter and thick. 


I tried to move, but my arms were yanked backward, tied tightly at the wrists. My legs were bound, ankles pressing painfully together. I struggled against the restraints, the rough ropes biting into my skin, but it was useless. I couldn’t even scream. A gag muffled my cries, forcing me to breathe through my nose in short, panicked bursts. 


The air was damp and heavy, reeking of mildew and something metallic—blood, maybe. Distant muffled voices seeped into my ears, low and indistinct. My pulse raced. Where was I? How had this happened? 


They grew louder, sharper against the hard floor, until they stopped right in front of me. My heart hammered in my chest as I held my breath. Then, fingers grabbed at my face, yanking away the cloth that blinded me. 


An Old Man with a Rusty Pipe