Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Julian was torn between two emotions: fear for Aurora's safety and fury at Kyle Raymond's indifferent attitude.

The woman he cherished like a fragile treasure-someone he held so delicately, fearing she might shatter or dissolve-was now being reduced to a mere bargaining chip.

"She's my priceless treasure, Kyle Raymond! I'm giving you one chance-release her, and I'll let this slide. Otherwise, even if it costs me everything, I will not let you go!" Julian's voice was sharp, though he had no intention of provoking someone as dangerous as Kyle Raymond.

Men like Kyle, who grew up dancing on the edge of knives, were not to be trifled with.

"The last person who threatened me like that is already dead, Julian. I'll be waiting." With that, Kyle hung up.

When Julian tried calling back, the line was dead. Kyle had turned off his phone.

"Shit!" Julian cursed, a mix of panic and rage boiling inside him. His mind raced with dark scenarios: Did Kyle drug Aurora? Had something already happened between them?

The thought of Aurora being harmed tore at Julian like claws ripping through his chest. Pain and worry consumed him.

Even if Kyle had violated her, Julian would never blame her. His fear lay in Kyle's notorious reputation for depravity in bed.

The fragile, soft body that once trembled delicately beneath him-how could it endure such cruelty?

"Little Bunny... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Julian berated himself bitterly. It was his fault. He hadn't protected her. When she needed him most, he wasn't there.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, Julian dialed Nick's number.

For someone like Kyle Raymond, brute force was the only answer.

Nick picked up reluctantly, his voice tinged with irritation. Irene had been drinking earlier and was now curled up sweetly in his arms. He'd hoped for some intimate alone time.

he declined. By the third, he answered in frustration,

a good reason, we're done,"

by Kyle Raymond. I'm still in Europe, flying back now. But I'm afraid that lunatic might..."

heard such desperation in his voice. The man who always seemed unshakable, even under the weight of

felt unbearable, and he hated that he

caught up

recounted the events. Nick, decisive as always,

these days; he won't risk crossing

the airport. Nick, you know this-she's the only woman I'll ever love. Nothing can happen to her. You're the only one I trust. Please, save

As long as I'm here, she'll be

Nick sighed, gently lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Irene, wait for

and

car was already

to?" the driver

"Billsford," Nick replied coldly.

widened. Billsford was infamous. Everyone knew who

was bringing so many people,

pistol, sliding it

swallowed hard.

a convoy of black SUVs

upstairs. "Sir, Mr. Coleman

Kyle Raymond sneered. Though the two had

claims he's here... as a guest." The butler wiped the sweat from his brow. Nick's

asleep beside him.

He said if you refuse, he'll find another way in.