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

"Hello, Miss Grenade. Nice of you to pick up," I purr into the phone, my voice laced with a saccharine charm that I know will only make her snort. And right on cue, she does.

"Accepting my father's little 'proposition,' are you?" she fires back, her tone so sharp it could slice glass. I feel the sting of it right in my chest, but I keep my cool, fingers tapping idly on the steering wheel. The engine's still humming beneath me; I haven't even made it home yet.

"Oh, come on. Your father's not exactly a gentleman, is he? Threatening my PI like that… That's low, even for him," I say, as if I've barely lost any sleep over the big bad man lurking in the shadows. But I can feel the weight of him—of all of them—pressing down on me, and I know she senses it too.

Grenade grunts on the other end. "Doesn't sound like you're ready for business…"

Chapter 73