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111: Where Is Rico?
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2026-05-20 10:28:39
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Owned By The Devil Himself 112: A Taste Of Freedom
The peaceful afterglow of the night completely vanished, replaced by a cold, dread that pierced right through her bones. Her mind instantly spiralled into the darkest, most horrific corners of what it truly meant to live under the roof of a mafia don. She was scared that maybe Vito had him tortured, probably because of the fact that Rico refused to tell him what her and him have been planning.The visual images were already a parasite in her brain… Rico tied to a wooden chair in some damp, isolated basement beneath the estate, bleeding and silent, while Vito’s men took turns breaking him down. She could picture the dark stains on the concrete, the metallic smell of blood.She felt a wave of intense nausea hit her, a crushing guilt that it was her territory war, her desperate hunt for the truth about Eleonora, that had ultimately put a lethal target on his back.She stepped closer to him, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides to keep them from shaking against the fabric of h
Owned By The Devil Himself 111: Where Is Rico?
ORTENSIAIt’s been few days, everything was back to normal. Well, almost back to normal. Tonight was the night I was finally moving back into Vito’s master suite after Eleonora’s abrupt, terrified departure. Even though the truth was out, walking down that familiar hallway made my stomach twist. I felt somehow… detached.My feet felt heavy against the floors, my mind still replaying the chaotic screams and the stark, single pink line on that plastic test strip. It was over, but the echo remained.I pushed the heavy double doors open and stepped inside. Vito was there, standing by the window. I looked around and realized he had changed a few things. The heavy drapes were gone, replaced by deep charcoal ones, and even his favorite red bedsheets… the ones he absolutely refused to let anyone wash with harsh detergents… were missing. In their place was a stark, crisp white duvet.He turned when he heard me, the harsh, predatory edge in his eyes softening immediately as he looked at me. "I
Owned By The Devil Himself 110: She Really
Vito didn’t hesitate. The raw, unexpected challenge in her eyes struck a match against his desperation. He lunged forward, his massive hands framing her jaw to tilt her face up as his mouth crashed down on hers. It wasn't a gentle apology, but it was a fierce, possessive reclaim of everything that belonged to him.Ortensia gasped against his lips, her hands instantly gripping the fabric of his shirt. He tasted like the tobacco, and whiskey he’d been drowning in, but beneath it was the familiar, intoxicating heat that was uniquely his.He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back against the heavy wood of the door. The thud resonated through the room, sealing them inside their own chaotic world."You're mine, Ortensia," he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive column of her throat, making her shiver. "Only mine."His hands tore at his tie, discarding it to the floor before his fingers tangled into her hair, pulling just enoug
Owned By The Devil Himself 109: Say You Love Me
ORTENSIA I heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoing down the hallway, and for a second, I felt a spark of irritation. I’d already told Rico to tell him no.Did Vito really think that exposing one lie was enough to fix the shattered pieces of my trust? He must be losing his mind if he thought I was just going to stroll into his office and pretend the last few days were a bad dream.I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and every time I closed my eyes, I still saw him standing in that garden, telling me he’d take the child if it were his.The footsteps stopped outside my door, a loud familiar knock followed."Rico, I told you, I’m not coming," I snapped, leaning my head against the cool wood of the door."Tell him I’m asleep. Tell him I’ve disappeared. Just leave me alone." I said.The handle turned. I hadn't locked it. I watched the door swing open, expecting to see Rico’s face, but instead, the doorway was filled by the hulking, shadow-draped frame of Vito.He looked wrecked.
Owned By The Devil Himself 108: Refuses Your Audience
Vito stood behind his desk, but he wasn't sitting. He was looming, as he looked at Rico… the man who had been his for years… and felt like he was looking at a stranger.“I don’t have an answer for that, Boss,” Rico said.His voice was flat, devoid of its usual subservient edge. He stood perfectly still, but there was a new kind of steel in his posture.Vito let out a dry laugh that lacked any humor. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began to pace the length of the room. “You don’t have an answer? Interesting. Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve found one.”Vito stopped and turned, his eyes narrowing into slits. “I knew you two were close. I let it happen because she needed someone she could talk to when things got heavy. But ever since Eleonora showed up, that closeness has turned into something else.You’re whispering in corners. You’re exchanging looks that I don’t understand. I’m the Don of this house, Rico. I shouldn't feel like a guest in my own secrets.
Owned By The Devil Himself 107: Ortensia And Rico
Eleonora was still perched on that window ledge, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped the frame, but her bluff had just been incinerated by the look in Vito’s eyes.She had come here expecting a tabloid scandal or a hefty payout, playing a game meant for the paparazzi and the gossip columns. She hadn't realized she was playing with a man who operated in a world where reputation was protected by shallow graves and silenced witnesses.Vito didn't even look at her as he spoke to Enzo. He looked like he was ordering a drink, not a hit. "Enzo. Give her a hand."Enzo reached behind his back and drew his gun with a practiced, metallic click that echoed off the marble walls. He didn't point it yet.He held it at his side, his finger resting near the trigger guard, waiting for the slight nod from his boss that would end the model’s life before she even hit the ground outside."Wait... Vito, please," Eleonora stammered. The high-pitched, screeching defiance was gone, replaced by a thin, s
Owned By The Devil Himself 64: Fun Night
ORTENSIA A well-dressed host stepped onto the stage, commanding attention with an effortless charm. We sank back into our seats, the weight of the earlier interview and Vito’s public announcement lingering in my chest.My mind still raced, and my heart still pounding, as I tried to focus. The host
Owned By The Devil Himself 63: His Woman
ORTENSIA When we arrived at the exclusive gala event, a chauffeur in a black suit opened the door for us with a polite nod. I stepped out first, my heels clicking against the marble driveway, the evening breeze brushing my skin.Vito followed, fixing his jacket, calm as always. Julio drove the ca
Owned By The Devil Himself 62: Protection And Death
Ortensia POV A month later.I’d been trying on dresses for what felt like hours, and every single one got a disapproving look from Vito. “I’ve literally gone through all the clothes in this boutique, Vito. What the hell?” I snapped, glaring at him from the fitting room mirror. He didn’t even blin
Owned By The Devil Himself 61: Safer
ORTENSIA After that day, I refused to talk to Vito. I just couldn’t being myself to talk to him. He wasn’t careful, and because of that, Rico got hurt. And his words... God, his words hurt me too. They cut deeper than I thought they could.He said things that still ring in my head every night. Eve
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