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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 |
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

"𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄," I snapped, my voice shaking with barely restrained anger. "Adriana and I—we—don't want to do this anymore."

His smirk widened, a cold, calculated edge slipping into his expression. "I know, I know," he said, holding his hands up like he was trying to calm me down. "But I can't just let you two leave. Do you have any idea how many clients specifically request you and Adriana? The business would collapse without you."

"I don't care," I spat, my voice rising before I caught myself and lowered it again.

Gustav's eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Shh. We wouldn't want your old man to hear about this, would we? You know how these things can spiral. Just let me handle this, like adults. I promise I'll figure out a way to let you two go."

I stared at him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. His promise sounded as fake as his charming act, but before I could respond, he leaned in further, his tone darkening.

"Just don't let it happen again—that guy showing up, I mean," he said smoothly, his smile sharp as a blade. "Or I'll make sure my men find him."

My stomach churned, and my blood went cold.

I stepped closer, my glare cutting through him. "Threaten him again," I said, my voice low, "and I'll make sure my dad vanishes you and every one of your men. I don't give a fuck if my dad finds out his daughter is a whore, as long as the people I care about are safe. Do you understand me?"

Gustav blinked, his confidence faltering for a split second. He straightened up, trying to regain his composure, but I caught the flicker of fear in his eyes.

Then, as if flipping a switch, his demeanor softened. He reached out, cradling my face in his hands like he thought it would calm me.

"You know you're my favorite, right?" he said, his voice sickly sweet. "I'll keep my promise, okay, angel? Just give it some time."

I forced myself to hold his gaze, my stomach twisting at the nickname. After a long pause, I muttered, "Alright."

Satisfied, he let go of me and stepped back, giving me one last look before turning and walking away. I stayed rooted in place, my body trembling, until he disappeared around the corner.

When I finally turned back toward my house, my legs felt like jelly. My fingers fumbled with the keys, and when the door clicked open, I slipped inside, shutting it firmly behind me as though that could keep him out.

The house was eerily quiet when I stepped inside. Not a single sound greeted me—no chatter, no laughter, no concerned voices calling out to ask where I'd been.