Ava's POVMy mind emptied as the gunshot echoed through the room. His body dropped just like Fernando's, and the wedding incident flashed before my eyes as I watched this stranger fall to the floor.My eyes darted to Miguel, and he slipped the pistol back in his coat like nothing happened. He shot him. Nobody screamed. There wasn't even a squeak.The event replayed in my head repeatedly, filling me with horrors. Miguel had made good on his threat last night. He killed the man who had tried to rape me. It really wasn't a bluff. My body shuddered. A lump grew in my throat, and I felt sick to my stomach.Miguel caught my gaze as he turned to me blankly. His eyes were vacant —no emotion, no remorse, just empty as though he hadn't just taken a life. I lowered my gaze instantly, unable to look at him. He was a killer.I hated the man who tried to force his way with me, but still… I never wanted him to be murdered like this. But he brought it up on himself. It was his fault and this d
Miguel's POVMy hunger for Ava had continued to grow like wildfire over the past few days since I brought her here. Having her so close seemed to be eating away at me in more ways than one. Her allure was strong and irresistible, and every night in my bed, I dreamt of her— of screwing her brains out, exploring her body, eating her out, and reveling in her sweet moans.It was all I could think about daily. She was my biggest fantasy. I had never craved a woman’s body so much in my life as much as I wanted her. It just couldn't be helped. Every moment I was in the room with Ava, I fantasized about all the ways I wanted to have her, and all it did was fuel my hunger for her—which was, at this point, insatiable.I woke up to those pairs of green eyes glaring at me from the cage as usual. It was our routine now and I loved it.If those eyes could kill, I would be dead by now. The thoughts alone intrigued me, fueling my lust further.I sat up, pulled the sheets aside, got out of bed, and
Ava's POVThe door slammed shut as Miguel left, and the room was swamped in silence.A cruel company that I have had to keep each time he left for work or wherever it was that he went to every morning. I had no idea.It was really none of my business, and I had to assume that whatever he was up to couldn't be good for anyone.But like I thought earlier, it was really not any of my business.The only thing I cared about right now was getting out of this goddamn place and having him arrested for all his crimes—murder, sexual assault, kidnapping, among many other things. I was pretty sure I'd find more crimes if I looked. Yet the more I thought about it I heaved a sigh, looking around the cage.There was really no escape from this place.It had been days since Miguel had me locked in here like a prisoner, and with each day that went by, my hope for freedom waned. My spirit was down. All I could do was wait —I didn't exactly know what I was waiting for or how I was ever going to get o
AVA'S POVHer eyes flared as she shook the cage, barking at me, “And what do you think is funny, huh!” she yelled.I giggled softly and shrugged. She was hilarious, and it was maybe her only good quality. Perhaps Miguel kept her around for the laugh.My giggles only seemed to provoke her even more, “What?” she grimaced, “You think you're better than me because you're prettier. That kind of thing won't work on Don—”“Then why the warning?” I cut in, cocking a brow, as I got to my feet and drew closer to the iron bar that separated us.“Why are you so worked up about it if you are sure you're all he wants, and there's nothing about me that could attract him?” I cocked my head to the side, daring her to respond.She fell silent at first before she spoke again, “Because I know your type. You're the kind of girl who thinks she can get anything she wants just because she's pretty, and I'm sure you're targeting Don Miguel, but you'll never have him. I won't allow it!” she exclaimed.I scoffe
Miguel's POVI clenched my jaw tightly as the news sunk in. “You have got to be kidding me! How did that fucking happen?” I yelled, losing my temper and grabbing the wiry man before me by the collar. I shoved him against the container behind him hard, and he yelped in pain. “How did you let it happen?” I quizzed him.He shook his head helplessly as his eyes danced in panic. “I didn't. It happened so fast. I don't know how they knew—” Before he finished talking, I threw him a punch.He fell sideways, and his lips burst, bleeding out. He touched his lips and saw the blood. The tears in his eyes increased as he looked at me; “Don Miguel, it wasn't my fault.”“Whose fault is it then?” I growled in irritation.I grabbed him again, pinning him against the container, “Do you have any idea how much those goods cost that you allowed them to confiscate?” I questioned, flaring up as I dealt him another punch.Before he could fall, I grabbed him again, shoving him against the container befo
Miguel's POVMy head spun around the room. Ava had escaped? How? How could she have escaped with the guards outside? It was impossible, and yet… my eyes darted to the empty cage. She was really gone. I lowered Vivian back to the ground and got to my feet, making a quick dash to the door. I yanked it open and stormed out of the room. “Ava’s missing. Did any of you see her leave this room?”They all shook their heads, their eyes gleaming with fear. They had every reason to be afraid. Their heads would be the first to fall off if I didn't find her.“Spread the word. I want her found. Now!” I ordered sternly.The guards looked horrified as they dashed down the stairs hastily. “You. Wait,” I stopped one of the guards, “Vivian is in there hurt. Get the doctor over here and send for Perez, too. I need him here.”I returned to the room and carried Vivian to the couch, setting her down. I grabbed a towel, crouched before her, and wiped off some of the blood on her face. She looked terri
Ava's POVAfter Vivian left me, I spent the first few hours screaming for help and giving all I had to banging the door for help. A part of me was full of expectations that help would come. I believed it would. It had to. After all, I was still at the mansion, and I was certain that Miguel would find me once he returned or at least I expected him to.All I had to do just now was wait for him to find me which was a bit ironic. I was banking on that murderer to rescue me. But I didn't have a choice. As much as I hated him I had to get out of this disgusting pit of death. I had to admit I was also curious about what he would do when he learned of what Vivian had done.Would he kill her too? For a minute I considered it, and realized that I probably wouldn't mind if he did —not after what she had done to me. I hated her that much. I sighed and scrunched my nose at the horrible smell that invaded my nostrils.I never should have trusted Vivian. I was so blinded by the thought of fre
Ava's POVThe door swung open, and a familiar figure came into view.Never in my life have I been so glad to see someone. My heart swelled with unfathomable joy as I gazed at him.I got to my feet, relieved to see the man before me despite the outcome of our first meeting. It suddenly didn't matter as long as I could leave here."Lewis," I muttered, recalling the name of the guard who had chased me around the compound on my first escape attempt . He had a blank expression on his face as he stood before the door studying me.Yet it didn't matter. What he looked like made no sense to me. All that mattered was that he had found me.I never thought that I could be so glad to see Lewis again but here I was; I could have hugged him at this moment, and to be honest I felt the urge to. I think I would have been glad to see anyone at this moment even if it was that devil.I stepped out of the room as quickly as I could, closing my eyes, and breathing slowly. It was refreshing to be outside