Favour_Abigail

"Take her," the dangerous man orders casually, like I'm the most boring little human he's ever encountered in his life.

"I said stay the fuck away!" I yell at him this time, causing him to tilt his head in amusement.

"A little girl like you shouldn't be swearing at your elders. It's bad habit. Your daddy should have taught you better."

Hold on. My daddy. And if I heard correctly the first time, the other man had mentioned something about 'daughter' and 'grown woman'. Shit! What's going on? This must be Darius Hunter! And how do they know about my existence!? Oh no! My father! Have they taken him? Have they hurt him?

"Darius... Hunter?" I stutter in sheer terror, the dangerous man tensing as I mention his name.

"You know my name. I don't know if I should be impressed or disappointed," Darius chuckles, amusement seeping into his tone.

"Errrm... I... Where's my father...?" My demand sounds more like a plea, my voice shuddering in painful anticipation.

"Waiting for you at my place. He said we should come get you. I didn't expect you to be old enough to beat up my man. I am definitely impressed, and your value, my dear, has just gone up."
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Allison, a confined young woman who finds solace in books and writing, is thrust into a world of danger and deceit when her father, Frank, a reformed gambler turned priest, sells her to Darius Hunter, the infamous "Devil of California," to settle an old debt. Darius tries everything possible to break Allison for his pleasure, promising himself not to touch her innocence. Yet, as Allison navigates the treacherous waters of her new life, she discovers hidden strengths, forms unexpected bonds, and unravels the dark secrets of her family’s past. Amidst turmoil and passion, Allison and Darius find themselves entangled in a powerful and transformative love story, punctuated by shocking twists and turns.

Her Master's desire

"I choose Allison." Zain suddenly said on our way back home. Though I had played numb and refused to reply him. Now we are back at my office as usual, him in his favourite couch and I in my swivel chair.

I, still groggy and struggling to make sense of the situation, shoot him a puzzled frown, silently urging him to explain himself.

"Let's hurt Allison," Zain says, his tone disturbingly casual. "She's the best option. We can't find Grenade. That woman's a ghost, just like her father."

I blink, trying to process his words. Hurt Allison? How? My mind spins, torn between conflicting thoughts. How do I make it convincing without actually hurting her? The idea gnaws at me, but I can't figure it out.

"I can't think of a way to hurt her," I finally admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them. Zain stares at me for a moment before breaking into a laugh—sharp, disbelieving.

Chapter 69