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

Katy’s breathing was shallow, her head hanging limp as her bound hands trembled in her lap. Every fiber of me wanted to rush forward and get her out of there, but I had nothing to work with—no weapon, no plan. Just words. 


“Hugo,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady, “you’ve made your point. You’re holding all the cards here. You’ve won.” 


His smirk widened, and he leaned casually against the table. “That’s a fact I already know, Dario. What’s your point?” 


“I’m saying there’s no need to drag this out,” I said, carefully stalling. “Let her go. She’s not part of this.” 


Hugo’s eyes narrowed. “Not part of this? She became part of this the moment you involved her in Venice. Don’t insult my intelligence.” 


Dead Men have no Power