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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 23

Darius's POV

Watching her mimic the actions of the other girl—especially toward my brother—was unbearable. I'm still haunted by the decision to send her to Gerald, and I haven't stopped blaming myself since I gave Thessa the order.

Now, I'm at the center, witnessing Allison tear up from 0010's slap. Maybe she should have held her tongue, maybe she deserved it, but all I can think about is how 0010 disobeyed me. I explicitly ordered that no one was to harm Allison.

I grind my teeth, trying to maintain my composure, but seeing her cry ignites something inside me. I hate it so much that I almost want to lash out at the other girl, but I know better. Striking her would cost me respect among the girls, and once that happens, my authority will be up for grabs when I'm not around.

"You respect him! He's a freaking god among us!" 0010 shouts at Allison, forcing her to collapse to the floor, hands clutching her head as she sobs in fear.