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 Ferrari rolled to a stop a block from the warehouse. I turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment, gripping the wheel. My heart was racing, and my stomach churned with unease. I adjusted the pistol at my back, knowing it might not make a difference. 


I stepped out into the cold night. The warehouse loomed in the distance, floodlights casting sharp shadows across the gravel lot. Two men stood at the entrance, rifles slung over their shoulders, scanning the area like hawks. 


Sticking to the shadows, I moved closer, crouching behind an old, rusted dumpster just outside the floodlight's reach. The guards were alert, their postures rigid as they exchanged clipped words. There was no way I’d get past them unnoticed. 


I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. There was only one way to get inside, and it wasn’t subtle. 


Rising to my full height, I stepped into the open with my hands raised. 


Face to face with the Enemy