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Knife Buried Inside

作者: Scooley
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-29 01:05:47

He must be joking about the piercing. I didn’t even respond as I followed him outside. Enzo was already in the front seat, and the moment we got in, the car started. I slid into the back with Vito, and the car zoomed off like it had a mission.

I turned to Vito. He was already on his phone, scrolling or typing… I didn’t know which. Probably giving orders, controlling something or someone, like he always did.

“You don’t even let me have a phone,” I muttered, not expecting a response.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept pressing the damn screen like I didn’t speak. Like I wasn’t even there.

I sighed, already annoyed. “I’m not piercing anything on my belly button,” I said a little louder, turning away from him to look out the window.

That got his attention. He stopped whatever he was doing and faced me.

“You don’t get to decide, Ortensia,” he said, his voice low and hard. “I owned you, remember?”

My head whipped toward him. “Well, I’m not ready for more pain. At least not today. I’m havi
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  • Owned By The Devil Himself    38: Revenge

    “F-fuck…” Vito groaned, his voice rough like gravel, his chest heaving with every breath. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the blood soaking through his shirt. The knife was still stuck deep in his side, pulsing with every beat of his heart.Ortensia stood frozen. Her hands shook, and her mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to scream again but all that left her throat was a dry breath.Rico burst through the kitchen door. His eyes landed on her first.“Miss Ortensia, are you okay? Why scream like that?” he asked, his eyes darting around, and his voice sharp with worry.She couldn’t speak. She just raised one trembling finger, pointed down at where Vito laid.Rico’s gaze dropped, and his whole face changed.“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling his pistol from his waistband. In a second, he swept through the kitchen like a ghost on a mission, checking every corner, his body coiled tight. Then he grabbed the intercom.“Boss caught a blade! They fùcking stabbed him, man!” he bark

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    Knife Buried Inside

    He must be joking about the piercing. I didn’t even respond as I followed him outside. Enzo was already in the front seat, and the moment we got in, the car started. I slid into the back with Vito, and the car zoomed off like it had a mission.I turned to Vito. He was already on his phone, scrolling or typing… I didn’t know which. Probably giving orders, controlling something or someone, like he always did.“You don’t even let me have a phone,” I muttered, not expecting a response.He didn’t say anything. He just kept pressing the damn screen like I didn’t speak. Like I wasn’t even there.I sighed, already annoyed. “I’m not piercing anything on my belly button,” I said a little louder, turning away from him to look out the window.That got his attention. He stopped whatever he was doing and faced me.“You don’t get to decide, Ortensia,” he said, his voice low and hard. “I owned you, remember?”My head whipped toward him. “Well, I’m not ready for more pain. At least not today. I’m havi

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    36: Belly Button Piercing

    I found my way downstairs, moving like someone who had just fought a war. My legs were sore, and my thighs hurt. My lower belly? It was screaming pains. I held it with one hand as I entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out the nylon bag Vito brought last night… the same food I refused to eat when he gave it to me. I was angry, stubborn, and scared last night. But now, my stomach didn't care about any of that.I placed the nylon bag on the counter and opened it. It was risotto alla Milanese, golden and creamy. The rich smell of saffron hit me first, warm and buttery, like comfort wrapped in luxury. It looked expensive. The kind of food served in big restaurants in Italy. My mouth watered.I placed it in the microwave, waited, then served it nicely on a plate. I sat at the small dining table in the kitchen and started eating slowly. Every bite made my belly feel a bit better, but the pain was still there. I winced again and held my stomach. I thought maybe it was from al

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    35: The Unwanted Guest

    “You’re a monster, Vito,” she whispered, her voice trembling as his face hovered just inches from hers.But before the distance could freeze over, she leaned in and kissed him.It wasn’t planned, It wasn’t gentle. It came from some deep, wild place inside her… a place torn between fear and longing. She pulled away just as quickly, her breath shaky, her eyes fluttering shut like she wanted sleep to come and erase the moment.But Vito didn’t move away. He dragged her into his chest, holding her like he couldn’t decide whether to punish her or protect her.Ortensia couldn’t believe it. She kissed him after everything… after calling him a monster. After he threatening her, and made her scared. And yet, his lips still burned on hers like fire and forgiveness all tangled up.He whispered against her ear, his voice low and thick, “That kiss… you do

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    34: Scared Of The Devil

    Before he reached the door, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. “Vito, please. I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaking, tears already sliding down my cheeks as I sniffed hard, trying to breathe through the fear.In that moment, memories rushed in like a slap to the face. I remembered Sebastian… the driver. The one Vito killed because of me. All I did was beg him to help me escape one night. I thought I could get away, thought someone would protect me. And it lead to Sebastian death.That’s what happens when I forget who Vito is: dangerous, cold and quick to act. And now, I had opened my stupid mouth and told him Rico brought me food. Just like that, I put another man in danger.But something happened. He didn’t move.The way I held him, my arms tight, my head buried into his back… it froze him. Like my touch dragged him back from the edge. His chest rose and fell, he was still breathing like a beast, but he wasn’t walking out anymore.“I’m sorry, please,”

  • Owned By The Devil Himself    33: Rico Will Lose His Legs

    A few minutes passed after Vito left, and I just laid there staring at the ceiling, my stomach aching like it was screaming through my skin. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door.I sat up slowly, and confused. Vito? No way. That man won’t knock on his own bedroom door. He walks in like he owns the world… which, in his head, he probably does.So who could it be?I dragged myself up, feet heavy like bricks. My whole body was weak, like I had carried the weight of the entire day on my shoulders. I opened the door, and there he was… Rico. Standing there with a calm smile on his face, looking like a warm light in all this cold.Then he raised a nylon bag in his hand, holding it up like a trophy.“I thought you were hungry,” he said, that smile still on his face. “I reserved for two. Care for some, Miss Ortensia?”My eyes lit up instantly. It was like something inside me woke up again. I nodded fast, too happy to act cool. “Yes,” I said, breathless. “Thank you.”He handed me th

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