Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I raised my gaze, and shook my head slowly, “We aren’t dating yet, but I can’t define our relationship right now.” I played with my fingers.

“Phew..!!” She breathed out in relief, her hand resting on her chest, “Thank goodness!”

“Why is that?” I playfully glared, wondering why she said that.

“That guy and his entire family are evil. Believe me, you would never want to go near him, once you hear his story. So disgusting!”

“But he always treats me nicely.” I indirectly defended him. I don’t want to sound selfish right now, but I strongly believe Derek only hurts those who go against his rules, and I strangely don’t see anything wrong with that.

“You are defending him?… Of course, I wouldn’t be deceived by his act; just because he called me to come to the garden so I could meet up with you,” she rolled her eyes.

“He did that?” Instantly, my cheeks began to heat up, and I was turning all red. I was blushing really hard.

Candy slowly shook her head, with a deep frown on her face, “You better stop developing whatever feelings for him. Otherwise, you will end up like Rebecca.” She stood up from the couch and resumed her packing.

The name ‘Rebecca’ struck me so hard on my head, and her images began to illustrate in my head. My mind drifted back to all her pictures in his room and her picture on his phone screen and with her name on his phone lock.

“Who is she?” I got up from where I sat and stood behind her, with furrowed eyebrows.

“Rebecca was Mob Derek’s girlfriend, but after two months, he declared her missing. Strange, right?” She kept shoving more clothes into her luggage before zipping it shut, then moved to another one.

“So strange.”

“Rumors had it said that his father was responsible because he never approved of their relationship. While some said, she left home and never came back.”

“Who do you believe?”

“Hahahah!!!” She let out a short laugh and stopped what she was doing. “I could still remember vividly when she came out live on her social page, contending to expose the ex-Mob Bobby to the world; for the crime, he and his three friends committed. Funny enough, the next day Mob Derek declared her missing. Be careful in that house, you might be the next,” she quickly moved away from me, laughing so hard.

A chuckle escaped my lips, as I playfully picked up one of the pillows on the couch and threw it crossed in her direction, “And you believe Derek’s dad was responsible?”

“Who wouldn’t? The police didn’t make any effort to search for Rebecca, to date. Which clearly means they were bribed to close down her case, which was very obvious.”

“But—–” The vibration of my phone, interrupted me. I checked who the caller was, and it was an unsaved number. I averted my gaze to Candy and nodded my head. It took a while before I picked up. “Hello…”

“Joanne, where are you.?” Doven’s voice hit my ear, and my eyes widened. He finally found out.

I was mute because I couldn’t come up with a convincing lie, but my brain kept racking up for one.

“Joanne!” He called.

“I—I’m in my ro—room.” I scratched the back of my head anxiously.

He was calm because he never said a word, only the sound of his footsteps was heard. My heart rate increased when the sound of his footsteps ceased. “I’m in your room right now, but I can’t see you anywhere.” He said.

I bit on my lower lips, softly, “Okay, you caught me. I’m not at home. Just like I told you, I came to Gardy’s house.” I calmly muttered, gazing glaring at Candy, as she hurriedly kept packing up her stuff, without sparing me a glance.

“You have to be here this minute.”

“Okay, I will be on my way now.” I ended the call and thrust my phone aside, before sitting down on the couch.

“Are you now a prisoner in Derek’s house? Why is he monitoring your movement?” She veered around and asked, with a sly smirk playing on her lower lips.

I chuckled, “Why not come with me to Derek’s house until everything cools off? If you think here is no longer safe for the both of you.” I suggested, averting her question.

“No need,” she muttered plainly.

“Okay, let’s do it this way. Since you are more worried about your son, let me take him with me to Derek’s house, He will be fine there.”

“Derek and Dominic are rivals. I don’t want my son to be a tool of revenge for anyone,” she shook her head in disapproval.

I stood up and strode toward her, with my hand placed on her shoulder. “Idris will be fine with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to him,” I assured her.

She halted what she was doing, glancing into space; She was deep in thought. After twenty minutes of thinking, she let out a deep sigh. “Okay, Joanne. You can take Idris with you. But if anything bad happens to my son, I will kill you.” She jokingly laughed out, handing me his mini luggage.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I began to glance around, “Where is my Champ, anyways?” My gaze wandered around the sitting area because I hadn’t seen him ever since I walked into this room.

I heard the sound of a tiny foot running toward my back, and just in time, I veered around, and he quickly wrapped his hands around my neck. “Aunt Pretty! I miss you very much,” he screamed with excitement, in his voice.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me much, because you are coming to stay with me for a few days,” I playfully pinched his nose, and I pouted my lips.

His eyes suddenly widened, and his jaws dropped. He quickly veered to his mom. “Momma!” He whispered to his mother, who was staring at us.

“Joanne, take care of my son. I will call from time to time to check up on you both.”

“Okay.” I nodded and led Idris away, and he looked so excited to go with me.

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DOMINIC POV.

I clutched my teeth in fury, as my hot gaze burned through the moron kneeling in front of me covered in blood.

No matter how hard I tortured him, he kept mute. I had used all my types of equipment on him just to make him speak, yet he never uttered a word.

He knew what I wanted. He knew what I wanted to hear, and how despondent I am right now, but yet, he rather chooses to die with the truth.

“Jus—t—just ki—kill me. You will never know the truth!” He spat out a mouth filled with blood, as he kept shivering non-stop. Because of the spicy water that was poured on his naked body. And blood oozed massively from his cut-off arms.

My lips curved into a smirk, “You are indeed a royal dog! Derek is so lucky to have someone like you.” I leaned over, toward his ear and whispered, “I won’t stain my holy hands with your disgusting blood. Rather, I will allow you to bleed to death.”

“Ahahahahah!!!! Coward!” He suddenly began to scream like a loose lunatic, as he kept rolling on the ground.

I retrieved my gun and released three bullets into his forehead, Instantly, he died. “I hate lousy animals!” I wiped off the sweat forming on my forehead.

“Boss…” I veered just in time to see Micheal, sluggishly striding into my basement, as he tried so hard to maintain his balance.

A chuckle tried to force its way out of my throat, but I suppressed it while he got closer. I was stunned to see his face brutally mashed, like a mashed tomato. He finally got close, and I had a clear view of his face; he had a large cut on his lips. His nose was swollen, and his eyes were red and puffy.

“Michael!” I called. “Were you smashed by a train?” I finally burst into laughter, the laughter that was building inside of me, as I clingy to my stomach and laughed harder.

He sat on the only available chair and hissed in pain. “If it was a train, I would survive it. Argh!!.” He groaned out, shivering at the same time, “Her fist was pernicious and deadly. You seeing me alive now is by the grace of God.”

My laughter was replaced with a deep frown when his last words struck me. ‘Her fist.’ So that means a lady was behind his smashed face.

“A lady did this to you?!” My eyes widened. Because it was so hard to believe.

His dry chuckle escaped his lips, “Not just a lady, but Gardy!” He averted his gaze in my direction.

An icy chill ran down my spine, as I tried to digest what I just heard. Unexpectedly, my heart raced as rapidly, as my breath quickened, and my mind drifted back 20 years ago. Everything was displayed in my head like a movie, and it was hard to believe that she was still alive.

“Gardy! She’s alive?” My eyes widened.

“Yes, boss. Heal and hearty. She wanted to kill me because I tried to call your cell phone, but I managed to escape.

“How did the meeting go.”

“The garden was attacked by unknown intruders. Derek was badly injured.”

My lips slowly curve into a smirk, as butterflies dance crazily around my stomach jubilating. Everything was working in my favor. “Good news all the way! I think it’s time I pay Italy, a visit.”

_I could only imagine the shock on their faces. I will be their worst nightmare!!! _