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A Contract For Revenge SIXTEEN
KIERA’S POVThe weight of yesterday's events hung heavy in my mind, and I hadn’t seen Gabriel ever since he posed the ridiculous question. From the little I have discovered about their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb.What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? I panicked as the dreadful thoughts faded in my mind.I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my papa. I would work off every penny he paid El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life—guns, gangs, revenge.As I approached Gabriel's room, I heard voices in the hallway. I paused, leaning against the wall to eavesdrop, and Bella’s laughter rang out, sharp and cruel.“Can you Imagine?” Bella sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “She just waltzed in here like she’s some kind of queen. What a joke!”I clenched my
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTEEN
KIERA’S POVI followed Gabriel and Damien into Gabriel’s room, my mouth spilling gibberish from shock.Taking a deep breath, my gaze thinned in on Gabriel.“Look what you’ve gotten me into?” I blurted out, my voice trembling. “What are you planning to do with me?”Gabriel paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, frustration radiating from him.“Gabriel, say somethi—”He paused abruptly, his gaze locking onto mine.“I’m thinking, woman!” The sharpness of his voice made me stagger back.“Think away, then! I’m out of here.”I turned on my heel, but before I could make it out the door, Damien’s hand caught my arm.“Get your hands off me!” I hissed, shaking him off.He shook his head, his expression pleading.“I’m so done with all these,” I snarled.I flung his arm away and stormed toward my room, my heart pounding without control. I could hear Damien calling after me, but Gabriel’s voice cut through the air.“Let her be, Damien.”I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silen
A Contract For Revenge EIGHTEEN
KIERA’S POVThe dining room felt suffocating as Damien leaned over the table, his expression serious.“This plan involves so much risk, but it’s worth the shot.”“Risk? Like everything hasn’t been risky since I arrived in this beautiful mansion BLINDFOLDED,” I shot back, half-joking but mostly serious.The tension in the air crackled, and I could feel my heart racing, as I tried to mask my fear by being sarcastic.Damien shot me a hilarious look, but Gabriel chimed in, “Kiera, this isn’t a game. You should leave. I don’t think you can handle this discussion.”I crossed my arms defiantly, “I’m not going anywhere. This is about me, and I have the right to stay.”They graded gazes, the weight of their unspoken conversation hanging between us. Gabriel finally nodded, and I felt a rush of relief.I’m in this, whether they like it or not. I would not be left out and let them plan on doing something dangerous that could ruin my life.“First, we gather Intel on Don Masseli’s crew. We need to
A Contract For Revenge NINETEEN
KIERA’S POVThe world around me was a blur of shadows and I fought to break through the haze, my heart racing with confusion as I slowly regained consciousness.“Hey, Kiera, can you hear me?” Gabriel’s voice pierced through the fog, and I managed to open my eyes, blinking against the harsh light.“What happened?” I croaked, my throat dry as sandpaper.“You collapsed,” he said, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?”I took a shaky breath, trying to piece together my scattered thoughts.“I just… I feel exhausted.”“I was so worried when you passed out. We shouldn’t have involved you in that conversation. I’m sorry,” he said, guilt clouding his eyes.“It’s not your fault, I insisted on being present,” I stated, rubbing my temples. “How long have I been out?”“Eighteen hours,” he replied.“What! I was out for that long?” I screamed, my voice echoing in the room.“I’m glad you’re okay now,” he said quickly. “Freshen up and meet me in the dining hall. I have a surprise for you.”Wi
A Contract For Revenge TWENTY
ELISE’S POVStanding before the mirror, I admired the beautiful lingerie that clung perfectly to my body. Miguel hadn’t touched me, and I was dying to be held, to be felt. I craved to be slammed against the bed and ravished with pleasure. My hands trailed along my belly, settling on my perky pink buds, and I caressed them with the tip of my finger.Just in time, the door swung open and Miguel swooped in. His gaze brushed me shortly before he started undoing his tie.A dirty thought swept into my mind and I nibbled on my bottom lip. My steps, provocative as I strolled to him.“Let me help you with that,” I said, attempting to grab his tie.He nudged my hand off, “I can do that myself.”A frown kissed my face as my brows creased together, “Isn’t it a duty of a wife to cater for her husband?” I voiced, making another attempt to touch him again.“I said I can do it myself!” he yelled, pulling strings of shock in my heart.The underlying frustration that wrecked my body caused my heart to
A Contract For Revenge TWENTY-ONE
GABRIEL’S POVThree days had passed since Don Masseli dared to step into our estate with his outrageous demands. In that time, we had gathered information on him, his men, and their routines, turning whispers into plans. He wouldn’t know what hit him. He had come to challenge me, and I was ready to show him just what it meant to be a Rossi.I stood in my room, slipping into a bulletproof suit, my mind numb for what was to come. Each piece of gear felt like a second skin, a reminder of the stakes we faced.As I tucked a gun into my shoe, the door creaked open.“I see you’re ready,” Kiera said, leaning against the doorpost, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her lips.I couldn’t help but smile, “You wanna join us? It’ll be fun. You know, a little chaos, a bit of gunfire.”“Hell no, I’d rather stay here and cheer from far,” she shot back.I walked over, taking her hand and planting a kiss on it.“What was that for?” She asked, and I could see her cheeks turning crimson red.“Can’t I take so
A Contract For Revenge TWENTY-TWO
ABUELA’S POV“Ma’am your guest is here to see you,” Catherina, my eldest house staff reported.“Make him comfortable in the living room, I’ll join him soon,” I respond, putting my glasses on.Being in charge of the family business had always been hard until I chose to resign and take up my hobby of empowering women.The family business came with a heavy load of responsibilities and sacrifices. Making tough calls, eliminating threats, and taking risks is a must. As the only child and heir to my parents, I felt immense pressure to uphold the Nyx dynasty, even though I longed to carve my own path.My life had been painfully lonely; I was always too busy to socialize and, as a result, I knew nothing of love. But then I met Pedro, and he changed everything. He was nothing short of perfection. Except he was from the lower class, and though my parents never approved of our relationship, I was resolute in love with him.Our life together was nothing short of magical, and when I turned 21, I b
A Contract For Revenge TWENTY-THREE
KIERA’S POVI erupted from the bathroom, towel in hand, dabbing my hair dry when a knock interrupted my moment of peace. I opened the door to find Claire, one of the house staff, standing there with a box in her hands.“Miss, Master Gabriel asked me to deliver this to you,” she said, handing it over.My brows knitted together.What’s Gabriel up to now?I closed the door, curiosity bubbling inside me as I opened the box. Inside lay a stunning dress and a handwritten note.“Wear this. I’ll have Marco pick you up in 20 minutes.”My eyebrows shot up. “I hope he’s not planning anything stupid this time,” I muttered to myself.Walking to my drawer, I grabbed a pen and added a little something to his note.*PLEASE*[Please, wear this. I’ll have Marco pick you up in 20 minutes]I read out, Mmmhh..That sounds a lot better. I smiled to myself as I folded the note and tucked it into my purse.Standing before the mirror, I marveled at my reflection. The dress I wore was deep red, hugging my curves
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A Contract For Revenge EIGHTY-ONE
GABRIEL’S POVThe morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft golden glow. The first thing I saw was her—Kiera, lying beside me, her face serene in sleep. In that moment, I was struck by her beauty. She was stunning in a way that made my chest tighten. Her hair tumbled in soft waves around her face, and her lips, slightly parted, looked so inviting. Watching the rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.For so long, I had held back my feelings for her, but the incident with Linda had pushed me over the edge. I had confessed my feelings without thinking, and ever since, Kiera had been acting a bit awkward around me.I knew she wouldn’t be thrilled about sharing a room, but I craved the closeness, the intimacy of just being in the same space. When Abuela suggested it, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. I pretended to argue against the idea, but deep down, I knew there was
A Contract For Revenge EIGHTY
DAMIEN’S POVI tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around me like a noose. Kiera’s face haunted me—her laughter, her touch, the way her eyes sparkled, her smile. But that wasn’t what kept me awake all night. No, it was the thought of her with Gabriel.I couldn’t shake the image of them together. The way he looks at her makes it seem like she is the last drop of whiskey in a dry bar. What if something happened between them last night? Did she look at him the way she looks at me? Did she touch him? The mere thought made my stomach burn.I flung the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Do I trust Kiera? The two of them in the same room felt like dangling cheese in front of a mouse—an invitation to disaster, too tempting, too dangerous. Even if Kiera held her ground, I knew that smooth-talking bastard Gabriel could charm the skin off an apple.Just as I was about to drown in my thoughts, a knock echoed through the room.I barely had time to collect my thoughts when Be
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-NINE
KIERA’S POVAfter dinner, the room felt like a chamber in hell, simmering with unspoken words. Gabriel and I barely spoke to each other, and I could tell she sensed the tension in the air, but she said nothing, her silence almost deafening.Gabriel eventually retreated to his room, leaving me across from Abuela, who was diligently knitting a scarf, her needles clicking like a clock.“Mrs. Vanessa?” I finally ventured, my voice almost swallowed by the silence.“Oh, come on, dear. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we? You’ll soon be my daughter-in-law, so you might as well start calling me Abuela,” she replied, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.I forced a smile back, the warmth barely reaching my eyes, “Okay, Abuela. Thank you for the amazing meal. It’s been a long day, so I think I’ll call it a night.”Her gaze lifted, eyes sparkling with mischief that sent a shiver down my spine, “Rest well, my dear.”As I nodded, my heart raced with a flutter of anxiety.Upon our ar
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-EIGHT
ELISE’S POVI blinked rapidly, trying to process Hannah's words, “What did you just say?” I leaned in closer, my brows knitting together like two angry caterpillars.“Umm… Miss… Miss Freya is here,” Hannah stuttered, her confidence crumbling under my glare.“Are you stupid?” I bit out, my voice climbing an octave as I raised my hand, nearly striking her across the face. She flinched, stepping back as if I were a live wire and I halted mid-motion, catching myself just in time.I took a deep breath, my lips tightening into a thin line as I let my hand drop, “Where is she?” I demanded.“She’s, um… she…” Hannah cleared her throat, her finger awkwardly pointing toward the stairs as she scratched her neck, a nervous gesture that made my irritation flare.“Speak up already, you moron!” I snapped, my impatience palpable.Her eyes widened in fear, and she blurted, “She’s in the living room!”I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, my nails digging into my skin as I fought to keep my composure
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-SEVEN
ELISE’S POVI lay sprawled across the bed, feeling like a marionette whose strings had been cut, my body still throbbing from the wild, brutal passion of the previous night.The clock on the nightstand read 10 a.m., but the weight of my exhaustion kept me anchored to the sheets. Miguel had transformed me into his sex toy, exploring his dirtiest darkest fantasies. I knew I desperately wanted to be fucked, and touched by him, but I never signed up for this.Last night, he had bound all my limbs to the bedposts. The ball gag he used stifled my cries, rendering my protests useless. He fucked me till I almost passed out.When he was done, I tried to voice my discomfort, but he simply asked, “Are you tired of being in this marriage?” I didn’t need an encyclopedia to decipher what he meant. I realized then that I had only two choices: accept this new reality or contemplate the unthinkable—leaving him. But escape wasn’t an option I could entertain; I had too much to lose. So, I buried my feel
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-SIX
ABUELA’S POV“Catherine, would you be kind as to fetch my phone?” I called out from the backyard, the relentless ringing grating against my peaceful mid-morning.I took a deep breath and sipped my mango juice, feeling its coolness wash over me while I waited for her to arrive.“Here you go, ma’am,” she said, her voice warm as she handed me the phone.To my surprise, it wasn’t Gabriel’s name lighting up the screen but Rafael’s.A smile blossomed on my face, genuine and bright. I glanced at Catherine, a conspiratorial grin breaking free as I mouthed, “It’s Rafael,” followed by a soft giggle.“Hi, Mom,” he said, his voice like a soothing melody that instantly warmed my heart.“If I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you’ve forgotten all about your mother,” I teased, though my heart ached a bit as I said it.“Mom, that’s not fair! I’ve been swamped!” He replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.“Swamped, indeed, but surely not too busy to give your mother a call? It’s been o
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY FIVE
KIERA’S POVThe next thing that followed was a chortle of laughter, uncontainable until I was practically doubled over.Gabriel squinted in confusion, clearly thrown off as I continued to laugh maniacally, clutching my stomach.“O… OmG… that..” I gasped, still pointing at him as if he were the punch line to a joke.“That’s the most… the most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard.”But as my laughter began to fade, I noticed the serious look on his face, and suddenly my giggles felt inappropriate like I was laughing at a funeral. An awkward silence settled between us, and I was left fidgeting with my hair, my lips pressing together as I cleared my throat, avoiding his piercing gaze.“You.. umm.. you’re not joking?” I finally managed to ask, my eyes flitting around like a trapped bird looking for a way out.“Why would I want to joke with something as delicate as this?” He replied, his voice steady, almost too steady.My heart tumbled into my stomach, it was as if he’d thrown a grenade into my
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-FOUR
KIERA’S POVI sat in the car scrolling absentmindedly through my phone yet my, fingers drummed nervously against my thigh, each tap a countdown to my rising anxiety.Every few moments, I shot a glance at the entrance, hoping to catch sight of Gabriel, but time seemed to stretch endlessly. What could possibly be taking so long? Was Linda okay? Or worse, was Gabriel in trouble? My stomach twisted, and I shifted restlessly in my seat, feeling like a lion trapped in a cage.Just then, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my spiraling thoughts. I looked down to see a message from Damien.[Hey]I replied almost instantly, my heart racing.[Hey][Are you okay?]His concern dripped through the screen, and I typed back rapidly, desperate for the connection.[Kinda][If it’s about what I said earlier, I’m sorry for catching you off guard, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel about you.]A smile broke through my worry, warming my heart. I could almost picture him, those charming eyes glintin
A Contract For Revenge SEVENTY-THREE
GABRIEL’S POV“Are you kidding me? You want us to tell her we met at a club? What would she think about me?” Kiera asked, her eyes wide, a mixture of disbelief etched across her face. “Or maybe we could say we bumped into each other at a coffee shop and you spilled coffee on me,” I suggested.“Abuela must know that you never get your own coffees! Besides, why must it be me who spills coffee on you? What happened to you spilling coffee on me?” Her tone was a dramatic cocktail of sincerity and jest.“Fine, let’s toss that idea. How about we tell her I was in some sort of trouble and you saved me?” she countered, trying to keep the tone light.“Abuela would want details, and we wouldn’t want to give her the slightest hint about how we really met,” I shot back, noticing her brow knitting together as she pondered.I sighed heavily, resting my head against the car seat. My thoughts were a chaotic storm.“Wait, what if we say we met on a dating site? It seems realistic and doesn’t raise any
