THE MAFIA KING'S LITTLE PET

shifted from despair to rage. Her trembling hands clenched into fists a

ury she had never felt before. "I swear, Diego, I will make yo

ng in them. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if he found her anger laughable. "Really, Esme? You'

eepening. "Look at you. Pathetic. Tied up, helpless, and at my

were too tight. Panic surged through her as she struggled, her breaths coming faster and more ragged. She refused to let

jacket. His movements were slow and deliberate, the cruel enjoyment never leaving his face. "I'l

can start over again. Now that you know the truth, there's no more need for lies. We can build somethi

er. His arrogance was insufferable, but more than that, his ability to dehumaniz

ting her teeth as she felt her wrists rub

ll see about that," he said smoothly. "I think you'll

room, let alone returned. The woman stepped out, fully dressed, her expression unreadable as she adjusted her dress. Her presence was a slap in the face Esmer

ego like a silent accomplice. She must have known all along. Esmeralda's

disbelief as she locked eyes with Bianca.

maining expressionless as she glan

, come on. She was an important part of all of these, a secretary who no

t shattered agai

to attend to, but like I said, I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere darling?" He chuckled

with desperation and rage. "You bastard! I'll make you

over his shoulder with an amused s

them, leaving Esmeralda bound to the chair, trembling with fury and help

in, but this time they were

_

rain, the downpour relentless as it beat against the windsh

outside the car seemed blurred by the rain. Inside the car, Santiago Torres sat in the b

Coast, was a man known for his precision, his ruthlessness

orres estate. As the headlights cut through the night, something c

ense as he slowed the car to a stop. "Ther

his sharp eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. "What do

e barely illuminated by the headlig

the cigarette in the ashtray. "Pull up closer," he ordered, his voice calm but with an

clothes soaked through, and one of her hands clutching something tightly to her chest. Santiago's instincts screamed danger,

iago's side of the car, holding the umbrella over him as the boss stepped out, his eyes locked on the unmoving figure ahead. Sa

ough all this damn rain," Santiago ordere

n's face. His breath hitched as he recognized her features, but he quickly looked bac

o froze as he m