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50: Ortensia Father
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Owned By The Devil Himself 51: Trust
"My father?" Ortensia asked, scoffing like the words tasted like poison."This is ridiculous. Which father are you talking about? The one your boss Vito here shot three bullets into his skull, or which one exactly?"Vito shifted on his feet like the ground suddenly got too hot. He licked his lips, slow and dry. "Doll..."But she wasn’t hearing it. “Stop this,” she snapped, her voice loud. “You haven’t even recovered, Vito. And you’re already talking to me about some father I never even met. The only father I knew is dead. And you... You killed him. You remember that, don’t you?”Vito looked away. No remorse? He's just tired and wanted rest.Enzo stepped in with icy voice, and cold facts. “Stop being dramatic. That man? That wasn’t your real father. Just a stand-in. You need to let that go. Your biological father is alive... and not just alive, he’s the head of a cartel. A deadly one.”Ortensia stared at Enzo like he was speaking another language.“And as for your stepfather,” Enzo kep
Owned By The Devil Himself 50: Ortensia Father
“Huh?” she asked, her voice low and shaky, confusion clouding her face. Her heart started to pound like a drum, it sounded so loud in her chest.Vito didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for a bottle of red wine and poured it into a small crystal cup. Then, without a word, he handed it to her.“You said you were tasty, doll,” he said, the edge of a smirk playing at his lips.Ortensia took the drink with trembling fingers. Her hand shook so badly she almost spilled it. She brought it to her lips and took a small sip, barely tasting it. The chill of the liquid did nothing to calm the heat of panic rushing through her.Vito watched her closely, his eyes unreadable. That made it worse. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not from his face, not from his voice. Not from anything.“Are you really scared of me, doll?” he asked, his voice smooth.She couldn’t answer right away, her thoughts were spinning, her heart hammering so loud it drowned out the music and the voices around them. She wh
Owned By The Devil Himself 49: Sleep Tight
“Huh?” she asked, her voice low and shaky, confusion clouding her face. Her heart started to pound like a drum, it sounded so loud in her chest.Vito didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for a bottle of red wine and poured it into a small crystal cup. Then, without a word, he handed it to her.“You said you were tasty, doll,” he said, the edge of a smirk playing at his lips.Ortensia took the drink with trembling fingers. Her hand shook so badly she almost spilled it. She brought it to her lips and took a small sip, barely tasting it. The chill of the liquid did nothing to calm the heat of panic rushing through her.Vito watched her closely, his eyes unreadable. That made it worse. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not from his face, not from his voice. Not from anything.“Are you really scared of me, doll?” he asked, his voice smooth.She couldn’t answer right away, her thoughts were spinning, her heart hammering so loud it drowned out the music and the voices around them. She wh
Owned By The Devil Himself 48: Auction You Off
“Is that what you came up with?” Vito asked, chuckling like she’d just said the dumbest thing he’d heard all day.“You think I brought Isolde close to me so she won’t suspect I killed her father?” he repeated with amusement, then slowly nodded his head like he was mocking her thoughts.“You don’t know nothing, doll. I shouldn’t have even started this conversation,” he said, his voice losing that teasing edge, turning cold, like he was done with this conversation.Ortensia didn’t back down. Her chest was tight, her heart pounding, but her words came out steady. “So you’ll kill me like you killed him? I’m just curious when you’ll get tired of me and end me… just like you said before, about carrying on your revenge against me,” she said, her voice shifting… sounding less scared, and more wounded.Vito glanced at her, then looked away like something was stuck in his throat. The words came out before he even thought them through.“I won’t kill you, doll…” he said low, like it hurt to admit
Owned By The Devil Himself 47: A Devil
Ortensia knew she had to intervene, “It’s just a compliment, Vito,” she said, then walked up to him. She reached for the hand he held the gun with and gently pushed it down. His fingers were still tight around the trigger, his jaw clenched like he was seconds away from pulling it.“Let’s go… come on,” she said again, her voice soft steadily. Vito didn’t say anything right away, he just stared at the man who had dared to admire Ortensia out loud. The glare he gave him wasn’t loud, It was the kind that echoed in silence. A warning, plain and clear… next time, he wouldn’t just stare.Then he turned to Ortensia. “Ladies first,” he said, his voice back to that low smoothness she had gotten used to. She gave him a smile, like she hadn’t been terrified just minutes ago. Like she hadn’t thought he might shoot someone over a simple compliment. That was the thing about Vito… he didn’t act, he reacted.She walked ahead, her heels clicking softly as they left the living room and stepped out into
Owned By The Devil Himself 46: Gun At His Men.
“The same auction house you bought me?” Ortensia asked, trying to sit up, but her legs didn’t move right. Her body betrayed her, weak like jelly. She fell back onto Vito’s chest, her breathing became shallow, and her heart full of something she couldn’t name… maybe fear.“Yes, doll,” Vito said plainly, with no emotion. Like it was nothing but business.“I don’t want to go there,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It brings back memories… bad memories.”Vito didn’t blink, neither did he soften. “When you were auctioned, doll, you didn’t see anything. Your eyes were covered… your head in a hooded sack.”He was right, she couldn’t deny it. Truly she remembered this, she didn’t see nothing, she only heard. Her hands were bound tight in chain… and her face was covered in a hooded sack, itchy and wet inside. She couldn’t breathe right, all she could do is to cry, and listen.She heard the chants, and the loud voices calling out numbers like it was a game. She heard men laughing, and doors
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