Deep love: insatiable lover

Police did not expect the suspect they arrested for the drunken assault to be Orlando, the current head of the Moya family.

He wanted to discuss a private conversation with the informant, but when he saw Vanessa’s face, he swallowed every word. Even if the Cazalla family wasn’t as big as the Moya family, he couldn’t provoke her either. Finally, Orlando was taken to the police station with Vanessa.

Once the statement is taken, Vanessa could be released.

The policewoman taking the statement was a young woman and, after asking the necessary questions, she saw that small pieces of broken glass were still visible on his body and could not help but be concerned:

-Miss Vanessa, how are you?

-I’m fine, thank you.

Vanessa froze and smiled as she thanked him.

-What kind of man would do such a rude thing to a woman. Luckily you’re all right, otherwise it would be bad if you got stuck in the glass. It’s getting late, so you should hurry back. If you need to cooperate with the investigation later, I’ll call you.

-Thank you.

-Chao.

The policewoman had probably just started working and was still enthusiastic and naïve. She would drop Vanessa off at the police station door before returning to work, with an enthusiasm that was impossible to resist.

With the windows shattered and the seats covered in broken glass, Vanessa was in no condition to drive straight away again.

On the way to the police station, they called the 4S shop to have the car towed, so he had to take a taxi outside the police station.

It is 10. 30 p. m. and nightlife has just begun for the city’s inhabitants.

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The city was always lively and vibrant, always full of all kinds of temptations to get lost in. Every moment was filled with sadness and joy, every minute was filled with love or pain or loss.

Vanessa lay in the night, unable to contain the vulnerability and sentimentality that suddenly grew in her heart.

A car suddenly stopped in front of Vanessa, the window rolled down and there was Dylan’s familiar face, so handsome that one unconsciously wanted to turn away.

Vanessa withdrew her eyes and turned to leave.

-Where are you going?

Dylan’s voice, tinged with laughter, brought her footsteps to an abrupt halt and, knowing the man’s nature, Vanessa had to contain her irritation and turn her head to look at him. There was also little expression to express her discontent in a negative way.

His appearance made Dylan feel strange.

-Get in and take you back.

-I don’t need to. If there’s nothing to tell me, I’m leaving.

-I’ll send you,” said Dylan in a serious voice.

Vanessa didn’t want to challenge his patience so reluctantly, she opened the door and walked in. As soon as she sat down, Dylan moved closer to her, and the distance between them narrowed.

-What are you doing?

-To help you,” Dylan said, already pulling on his seatbelt and then helping him.

-What? You think I’m going to do something?

-It’s getting late, I have to hurry back.

Dylan chuckled softly and ran his fingertips flirtatiously across Vanessa’s lips, teasing them if nothing else.

The next moment, the smile in his eyes disappeared. Vanessa was about to open her mouth when his cold fingertips cupped her chin.

-The wound.

-What?

Vanessa looked uncertainly at Dylan, who looked extraordinarily serious, as if he were signing a contract worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Cool fingers gently touched his cheek, near the side of his neck, and with just a little pressure Vanessa was aware of a tingling sensation.

It wasn’t serious, otherwise why didn’t he notice it on his own face.

-It’s OK.

Vanessa was about to pull her hand away from Dylan’s when he grabbed her wrist and looked at her with furrowed brows. His sharp gaze made her unable to resist and she was meekly pinned down.

-This face is all mine, and no one can leave marks on it without my permission.

Dylan’s domineering and arrogant statement left Vanessa speechless, and a strong sense of exhaustion and helplessness welled up inside her. She did not reply and let Dylan have his way.

-Orlando hurt you, and I will make him pay.

-And do you know why he hurt me? -asked Vanessa mockingly.

Waiting for Dylan to peek out, Vanessa spoke with sustained sarcasm:

-Orlando thought you started dealing with Grupo Moya because of me, because I said something to you to make you do it on purpose. That’s why he got drunk, stopped me and got angry, and that’s why I got hurt. If anyone has to pay for hurting me, the first one who should pay is you.

So Dylan wanted to make Orlando pay by making him pay himself first.

Instantly understanding Vanessa’s meaning and the depth of her gaze, Dylan managed to smile and slide his fingertips down Vanessa’s cheek. Gently, he slid them over her body, and when he lifted them again, there was suddenly something else in his hand.

Vanessa didn’t see it too clearly before she saw Dylan slash himself in the same spot on his face and a drop of blood seep out.

-Are you crazy?

-Won’t you let me give it back? -Dylan tilted his head, revealing the scratch on the side of his neck. It was much longer than Vanessa’s cut, maybe two centimetres, but it wasn’t deep.

However, the amount of bleeding should not be underestimated.

But Dylan continued to look at Vanessa nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.

Crazy!

The tip of Vanessa’s heart fluttered uncontrollably, and it became clear once again what kind of person she had invited into her life.

-Well, let Orlando take the rest of the blame.

Dylan laughed softly, grabbing Vanessa’s hand and holding it, guiding her to rub the blood on the side of her neck.

-What to do, the blood is a bit out of control.

As soon as it was cleaned, it came out again, almost staining Dylan’s clothes.

But while he didn’t care, Vanessa couldn’t turn a blind eye. She bit her lip, withdrew her hand and pulled a handkerchief from her purse to wipe the blood from the side of Dylan’s neck until the bleeding stopped.

After that, a few more band-aids were taken out and applied without a second thought to Dylan’s wounds.

-You’re hurt too,” Dylan said, taking the rest of the band-aid from Vanessa’s hand and putting one on her as well.

-Can you take me home now?

-She’s nice.

Dylan stared at the band-aid on Vanessa’s neck and, surprisingly, moved in for a kiss and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

Vanessa’s body stiffened and she looked at Dylan with distaste.

-Soon Orlando won’t bother you anymore,” Dylan said this suddenly when the car reached the Cazalla family.

-Why are you doing this to the Moya family, you’re from the Moya family too, aren’t you? -Vanessa regretted the question and said, “Forget it, don’t tell me, it’s none of my business.

It was better for her to stay out of it.

Dylan looked at Vanessa’s back as she hurried away and laughed softly:

-Little Coward.