his dark obsession

you want her?

Vlad's POV

I'm going to fucking kill her....

Letting out a dark chuckle, I see Bricks' glazed eyes fucking my woman openly. Hearing the rumble of my voice, his eyes tear away from Angelmarie's tempting form and fall back on mine.

"Do you like what you see, Bricks? Does she interest you?" I ask, my hand tightening around my shot glass to the point I'm sure it'll break any second. My breathing becomes harder, waiting for his answer.

I wasn't mad at her little teasing dance; it both enraged me and turned me on. I was angry at this cunt of a man whose face showed he wanted to take something that wasn't fucking his.

Before we got here, word spread fast that the king of New York had found his queen. Shit spread out of control when all the underworld decided to make plays for her when they found she was just as psychic as the king himself. That made her a rare beauty, and now everyone wanted to take her from me.

NOT FUCKING HAPPENING!!!!

Now this cunt across from me is looking at my woman, whose eyes were trained on me and who was pretty much putting on a show meant for me. This idiot should have put two and two together quickly when he saw her eyes had never faltered from mine or given him a glance.

Dumb fuck.

I didn't need people like that in my organization. Not around me. Not around Angelmarie. And not around my crew. This pussy is as good as dead, but before I kill him, I think I'll fuck with him first.

I inwardly smile, seeing him take off his glasses, his gaze returning to the dance floor, taking in her face before I see him follow her gazing eyes. When realization kicked in, I visibly saw his body heat up from across the small space.

"I-i apologize, King. I didn't know that was your queen, Vladimir," he said nervously, downing a shot. His eyes now held panic.

"But on behalf of everybody in our line of work, I must say, you're a lucky man. You got a bad bitch." He said bravely, letting out a light laugh like what he said was funny. I see a few of my men frown in his direction, while hearing others whisper how fucked he is.

Once again, his eyes fall on her beautiful form, which has now begun moving toward us.

My beautiful queen must see the shit storm about to rain down on this pussy's head.

A moment of silence passes as Vlad's face lowers, his eyes darken, and a feeling of dread engulfs the room. It felt like the temperature had dropped to a shivering degree.

"Are you enjoying her?" I say, standing up slowly. My men all gather around the sectional couches, looking at Bricks in pity.

I clap his shoulder roughly while leaning down to eye level with Bricks and say, "You want her; I can arrange that for you." I look him in the eyes.

Seeing sweat form on his brow and his breathing get shaky, he says, "No. That's your lady, Vladimir." He downs another shot, trying to calm his nerves, and puts his gaze on the floor.

"You're right. That IS my woman, my fucking queen. So, I have the right to share her if I want. So... I'll ask again. Do. You. Want. Her?" I say through gritted teeth, my accent thick and my breath ragged like a rabid dog ready to tear apart its prey.

When he doesn't answer right away, I smirk mischievously before I hear the slow clicking of heels. He hears it as well as he turns toward the sheer opening of the curtain in time to see Angelmarie gracefully part it with the tips of her nails and walk in. I smell her before I hear her heels; her vanilla perfume floats into the room before she does. She looks beautiful, from her long hair that frames her round face to her sexy outfit that showcases her gorgeous body. She is the definition of perfection.