Deep love: insatiable lover

The car was speeding down the road late at night.

Dylan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and his handsome face appeared to be covered in a layer of frost.

It was as if a single look could freeze a person, sending chills down to their bones and filling their bodies with fear.

The cold wind cuts the skin and causes a stinging pain.

Dylan was not aware of this.

The impulse in the back of his mind faded as the streak of life and death progressed and sanity prevailed again.

Finally, the car stopped abruptly in front of a bar.

Dylan stepped out of the car with a cold face, his sturdy, cool posture attracting the avid stares of the women entering and leaving the bar.

Undeterred, he walked into the bar, through the dancing crowd, and made his way to the bar.

-A vodka.

The low, cold voice sent a shiver down the spine of the waiter, who quickly poured himself a glass of wine and handed it to him, looking at the cold customer in front of him as he bowed his head and gulped it down in one gulp.

-One more.

The gurgling and pouring of wine is muffled by the loud music and was not heard clearly.

Dylan gripped the glass tightly in his hand and drank one glass after another.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

It was like not getting drunk.

He was so desperate to drink that even the waiter, used to seeing alcoholics, was perplexed.

If he kept drinking like this, this client would definitely get alcohol poisoning.

Just as the bartender was considering whether to try to persuade him, Dylan pulled out his own wallet, took out some money and put it on the bar, got up and left without saying anything.

It came and went so fast that the silly women couldn’t even get close.

After Dylan left, there was a lot of upset at not being quick enough and losing such a great man.

Dylan had not returned since he left the flat first thing in the morning.

After the day had passed, the urge to give Brisa a taste of despair had not only not dissipated, but had become increasingly uncontrollable.

That’s why Dylan indulged in a late-night treat.

He was sensible.

Once the impulse has been crushed by reason, Dylan will not allow himself to be impulsive again.

Whatever he wanted to do to Brisa, he first had to be able to make Vicente Leoz afraid of himself.

Otherwise, it would only lose more than it would gain.

Fortunately, Dylan had a habit of leaving himself a way out before making other plans.

If they started to get serious from this point on, it would be a simple matter of holding their own against Vicente Leoz.

The car stopped under the apartment building, but Dylan did not get out.

He looked up and found the exact window that belonged to him, but only watched in silence.

By this time, Vanessa must have been asleep for some time, so the window was dark.

Of course, he wondered if this dream was still as disturbing and scary as the night before.

A stabbing.

Dylan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

In the dense smoke of the opening, his body leaned against the leather seat and he slowly raised his left hand in a five-finger spread motion. Then, slowly, bit by bit, he squeezed it.

It was as if he was holding on to something.

After a cigarette, Dylan took out his phone and called Mateo.

A quick response was given.

-Sir.

-Start!

-Now?

Mateo’s voice came unexpectedly, but after waiting a while without Dylan explaining himself, he hesitated for a few seconds and spoke:

-Now is the time to take on the Moya Group, and if we start moving we probably won’t be able to do both.

Should the Leoz family find out…

-There is no need to worry about that.

Nor did he have time to worry about it.

He, Dylan, had never been afraid of anything, even if what he had to do could leave him with nothing in a moment.

But what did it matter? Even if I had nothing, I could start with nothing.

As long as his mind remained intact, nothing was a problem.

-Yes.

Matthew did not pursue the matter, and as the Lord had already decided, he did as he was told.

I just had to execute it.

After hanging up the phone, Dylan sat in the car for a while longer and waited for it to get dark before going to the flat.

Gently pushing open the bedroom door, Dylan’s ears heard Vanessa’s low sobs, a mixture of fear and despair that sounded especially distressing.

I still couldn’t sleep well.

Dylan frowned, his eyes filled with pain.

He approached Vanessa quickly and quietly, not daring to hit her, but only reassuring her again and again.

-It’s okay, you’re safe, no one will hurt you. You’re safe…

Only by telling her again and again that she was safe could Vanessa be calm and reassured.

Only when Vanessa stopped moaning in her sleep in despair did Dylan stop comforting her.

His voice was very dry and hoarse from all the talking. But as long as Vanessa could sleep in peace, it seemed worth it.

Vanessa was afraid of Dylan.

So he had to appear in front of her on purpose, to embrace her on purpose, to touch her, so that when she got used to it.

How could he resist her presence?

But now, I couldn’t let him go.

Another sleepless night.

After two consecutive sleepless nights, Dylan was tired.

He had dark circles under his eyes and a strong redness in his eyes, and his beard was not well groomed.

Overall, he looked a bit scruffy.

Such was Dylan’s appearance at the SJ Group that everyone from the receptionist to Mateo was stunned.

-What? -Dylan looked at Mateo.

-No, it’s fine.

Matthew hastened to withdraw his eyes, thinking that Mr Vanessa was really worried about Vanessa’s affair. He was at the end of his rope, but he refused to follow Lucas’s advice.

I really couldn’t understand it.

-How is everything going at Grupo Moya?

-There is never a shortage of people to fall into the mall’s trap, and after sensing our move, several companies put pressure on the Moya Group. Within a week, most of the contracts were bailed out.

At these words, Dylan’s expression did not change in the slightest.

It doesn’t seem to matter at all that the Moya Group went under.

-He continues.

-All right.

At that moment, Gerardo could not catch his breath, as the situation of The Moya Group, which he had worked so hard to run, was getting worse and worse, and he fainted.

-Sir? Are you all right?

Jaime panicked and screamed as he called for a doctor.

By the time Orlando received the news, Gerardo had already been taken to hospital.

And because of the chaos of the situation, word had spread. It didn’t take long for the entire business community of Ciudad Pacifica to learn that The Moya Group had taken Gerardo to the hospital, adding insult to injury.

-Damn it!

Orlando cursed with an annoyed look on his face.

He looks much more emaciated than Dylan and his eyes were full of red blood.

Ten straight days of hard work had left him looking much thinner and with heavy dark circles under his eyes.