Blood Debt

BLOOD DEBT EL MUNDO DE SANGRE DIAMANTE DE SANGRE BOOK TWO LANA SKY ALSO BY LANA SKY DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Beautiful Monsters Crescendo Refrain Mezzo Allegro El Mundo de Sangre Dinero de Sangre Blood Money Blood Ties Blood Bound The Complete Dinero de Sangre Trilogy Diamante de Sangre Blood Diamond Blood Debt Blood Brothers The War of Roses Universe The War of Roses XV: (Fifteen) VII: (Seven) I: (One) The Complete War of Roses Trilogy Of Mice and Men Ruthless King Queen of Thorns Mice and Men Box Set 1 Shattered Throne Mended Crown Mice and Men Box Set 2 DARK BDSM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE Club XXX Maxim: Submit Maxim: Obey Maxim: Surrender Maxim: The Complete Trilogy Vadim: Control Vadim: Corrupt Vadim: Conquer Vadim: The Complete Trilogy Club XXX Novellas Confession Compromise Conquest DARK MC ROMANCE Sinners & Saints Sinners & Saints Rogue Angel Wild Devil DARK ROMANTIC SUSPENSE Painted Sin A Touch of Dark A Taste like Sin The Complete Painted Sin Duet Dragon Triad Duet Moth Flame The Complete Dragon Triad Duet DARK AGE-GAP ROMANCE Standalones Pretty Perfect Crossed Lines DARK PARANORMAL ROMANCE The Ellie Gray Chronicles Drain Me Chain Me The Complete Ellie Gray Chronicles The Black Mountain Pack Shift Howl The Black Mountain Pack Duet Ravenswood Monster in My Shadow Monster in My Heart Monster in My Soul The Daemon Blade Series Atiernan Daemon’s Blood Daemon’s Kiss Logan Daemon’s Blade Daemon’s Bane NEWSLETTER EXCLUSIVE Rockstar Rebels Dirty Lyrics (Newsletter Exclusive) Blood Debt Blood Debt By Lana Sky * * * Copyright © 2023 by Lana Sky All rights reserved. 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Cover Design and Interior Formatting by Charity Chimni Editing and Proofreading by Charity Chimni Alpha Reading by Jessica Rita Rampersad CONTENTS Acknowledgments Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 A Word from the Author About the Author Also by Lana Sky ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Thanks so much to everyone who supported this draft along the way, including the many beta readers who provided encouragement! Please keep in mind that this story includes dark, graphic, and explicit content matter that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18—or for readers who are uncomfortable with the following subject matter: explicit sex, forcible unwanted touch, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of child abuse, graphic depictions of violence, and mild gore. CHAPTER ONE I don’t experience blissful darkness during my drug-induced sleep. My final moments with Jaguar haunt me like a nightmare. His touch. Our kiss. My confession… With every passing second, it sinks in that these words weren’t a figment of my cruel imagination—I said them out loud. Finally, after days of pretending to be Tiena, I revealed my true identity to him... I can’t believe I made such a stupid and careless mistake. The intent behind lies isn’t important to men like Julian Domingas. They crush dishonesty wherever it festers—they have no choice, if they want to maintain their power, that is. In any case, I’ll pay dearly for this deception. Half expecting to find myself in his pet jaguar’s cage as a punishment, I warily open my eyes. The room I blink into clarity vaguely resembles the dank chamber I was locked in at Gatita’s mercy, and my stomach twists in grim anticipation. Various shades of steel gray paint the walls, evoking iron bars, but in a far more luxurious setting. Instead of a bloody floor, I lie on a bed, surrounded by stark, modern furniture. A bedroom?—yes, but definitely not Jaguar’s. There’s a different smell, a different feel to the air from his usual haunt. Not only that... The view beyond the large windows is rugged, with dark shapes on the horizon I can only assume to be mountains, not exactly the typical Texas skyline. Where am I? Trying to sit upright, I wince. Shit. My head is pounding, my muscles aching. Forget this new mind game. It’s tempting to curl up beneath the blankets—lush, expensive sheets—and sleep until Jaguar comes. He’s bound to do so anyway, eager to reveal what he has in store. Why waste time worrying? As if taunting me, male laughter seeps through the windowpane, bringing a new level of fear. Jaguar’s—I’d know that rasping voice anywhere—but he isn’t alone. His characteristic chuckle is immediately followed by a softer, higher-pitched laugh. It’s a child’s. No… Soreness forgotten, I struggle from beneath the bedsheets and hit the floor on my hands and knees. A groan rips from me as I attempt to stand. I have to throw myself at the window, blinking to bring the world into focus. It is obvious from the view that we are not in Jaguar’s Texas villa with Italian-style architecture. Featuring sleek lines and concrete-colored walls, this home is a modern masterpiece. Although I’ve never been here before, the layout seems familiar. How? That mystery can wait. My heart races as I see a tall man standing at the center of a square terrace below. Even without the cocky posture he displays for his posse, that hulking form is unmistakable. Jaguar. Instead of preening bimbos, his attention is devoted to his sole companion struggling to dribble a basketball beside him. Oh, God. That figure’s tiny, familiar proportions make me cry out. “Franco!” I whirl from the window and hit the floor hard. Gritting my teeth, I crawl toward a partially-open door across from the bed. The exit? It seems so.