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112: A Taste Of Freedom
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2026-05-20 10:29:07
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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 72: I’ll Remind You Who I Am
The next morning, her eyes flew open. Across the room, Vito sat, still and watching her. She froze for a second, then snapped upright.“Vito.” Her voice trembled with shock.His eyes narrowed, his jaw tight, a shadow of anger flickering across his face. She could feel it in the way he shifted, the
Owned By The Devil Himself 71: Anger And Guilt
Ortensia couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Vito had run straight into the pool without even a glance at her, his arms pulling through the water as he reached Saskia. She watched stunned, as he pulled her up, her body dripping and gasping.Then he knelt beside her, pressing his mouth to hers in
Owned By The Devil Himself 70: Saving Another Woman
Vito walked back to the room and pushed the door open, expecting to find Ortensia where he had left her. The room was quiet, but something felt off. His eyes scanned quickly, taking in the bed, the floor, and every corner, yet she was nowhere to be seen. Confusion tightened in his chest. Where had
Owned By The Devil Himself 69: In The Past
Otensia blinked her eyes open and tried to sit upright. Before she could, Vito’s strong, firm hands gripped her and forced her back down. A small groan escaped her lips as pain shot through her legs, burning beneath her feet. Her toes curled on instinct, but even that small movement made it worse.
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