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Her Master's desire

"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." --------------------------- 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.

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Chapter 35

Darius's POV

"No more Jessica. No more Gerald. I'll deal with that bastard myself." I lower my voice, glancing around to make sure no one else can hear. "We can hire a hitman."

Zain and Allison both freeze mid-bite, their eyes snapping toward me. We're out at some cozy, dimly lit restaurant, supposed to be having a normal lunch, but I can't help it. I need to see how Zain's acting around her, all mushy and fake. There's something off about him, something crude ticking away behind those eyes, and I'm not about to let him pull anything stupid.

Zain leans back in his chair, fork hovering over his plate. "A hitman? Seriously? That's a terrible idea." He shakes his head, stabbing his steak and chewing with an almost violent indifference. "Spying is smarter. Always better. But damn, this steak's good."