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Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 1287    |    Released on: 12/12/2023

inflicted pain on me, leaving bruises that had darkened into ominous shades. Yet, my body conveyed a conflicting

demanding an explanation. The atmosphere around us was

arned to understand him; I didn't want to. Yet, every part of my being seemed compelled

g in something forbidden, although the conce

ently. Despite my nerves ablaze, I endeavoured to calm them to maintain compos

not how this

saw." I muttered, my heart pu

ested just above his cheekbone. His black raven-like hair was slicked back, and his face smell

I saw curiosity fl

erto cocked "I always assumed you were just his slutty, clueless wife, and so I paid no attention. But t

about?" What does family me

urse, I had parents; I had to have been pushed out of some woma

s younger, and every time he would give the sa

is finger around the thin strap of my dress, my eyes watching him. A small in

like a beggar, and I wanted to scold m

my jawline, almost like he wanted to reach for my throat. I should

I have ever seen; he was a whole new playing field. He was right about one thing,

's go. We have much to discuss, Peters." He said as he pushed off me, le

ith blank eyes. Shivering, I followed Alberto as

gain, and he didn't answer, and I wrapped my arms aro

alking," Albert

e close my mout

d so badly to run. But I knew I'd get caught.

, practically throwing me into the limousine. "Bi

ed my head against the window. "You should be thanking me." Al

a tequila and vo

drink like water. His eyes travelled from my neck to my nape, his eyes glanc

Alberto raised his eyebrow, and I saw the silvery flash of his gun tucked into his pants. "Or for me not letting all these men who

th pure rage. I knew there was a fucking

smiled. His twisted,

d. My body was flustered. He

ted me to argue with him; he liked when

"I'm not the first to say that," I smirked, and he loo

k as if everything were normal. "When we arrive at

help but hope it was

rted, my tone ed

topic designed to provoke, asking, "You were your brother's little prostitute, weren't you?" His w

my anger evident as my eyes flickered

. "I've been kind to you, providing you with a room," he said. "But don't t

rd," I growled, my loath

him—truly

declared ominously as the car came to a halt. His eyes were

rto sneered as he exited the car. Mustering a breath, I s

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