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"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 84

Darius's POV

I can't decide whether to feel guilty for making Grenade cry or to relish in my unmatched wit. Somehow, I've convinced Allison's ghostly father to trust me with bringing her back. For reasons I still can't understand, he actually believes my intentions are good. But there's a catch: I have to work with Grenade—and even let her stay in my house.

The thought makes me uneasy. What on earth am I going to tell Zain? He'd be furious. This is the same woman who humiliated him, and now I'm letting her live under our roof. He'll see it as nothing short of betrayal.

Just then, raised voices drift up from the lobby downstairs. I don't have to think hard to guess who it is—Zain and our new guest, already tearing into each other. I try to ignore it, but curiosity and anxiety gnaw at me. I'm restless, unable to stand by. Giving in, I step into my private elevator and descend, bracing myself for whatever chaos awaits.