his dark obsession

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Angelmarie's POV...

Vladimir's face hardens as he stares down at me. His eyes are so dark, so cold, they're practically glinting like black glass. He just stares at me. He stares at me for so damn long, it goes beyond creepy. The air seems to chill around us, his cold expression sucking all the warmth out of the room, and I have plenty of time to wonder if I just played my last hand. He could kill me right now, and no one would stop him. I have no protection. No one to help. No one to come to my rescue. Now, all I have is his word that he would hear me out before he passes judgment. He said he loved me, so my only shot is telling the truth. I've been alone for so long; I can't see myself alone again. I can't see myself without the man my soul looks at as its other half. We haven't even spoken any vows yet, but I'm completely and utterly at Vladimir's mercy. He can do anything and everything he wants to do to me, and I'd let him.

Lowering my twin guns slowly, never looking away from his cold gaze, I feel myself slowly sinking into the leather chair in front of his desk. I feel Vasily's eyes on me, but I can't tear myself away from Vladimir. At this moment, I wasn't about to have a conversation with Vladimir Petrovski, the mob boss and Aces' leader. No, this was the soul snatcher, and he was looking for me to make one wrong move.

The things I've learned about this man have haunted and tormented me since the night we danced on that dance floor. The very things that make him a terror to everyone around him make him a pussy magnet for me. I can't get enough of the horror and terror I get being near him or the way my pussy pulses and drips seeing him soaked in blood. Call me psycho or crazy, but I want all of this man.

I discovered while we had pillow talk between all the fucking and punishment during our alone time that he's not your typical Russian arms and drug dealer. No, he's so much worse than that. Even in the eyes of the criminal underworld, his deeds go far beyond kidnapping, extortion, and even murder. They go far beyond what's considered beyond the point of crazy. Most of his empire has been built on the success of his blood-crazed torture tactics and services to the highest bidder. It makes me shudder thinking about the lives lost at his hands. I can't help but find it all so beautiful. So fucking beautiful and scary.

"My patience is wearing thin, kitten. Now is the time to talk before I make you a beautiful corpse." He calls out, a look of annoyance passing over his sharp features as he leans over and moves to his cigar box, grabbing one before lighting it. Every frantic beat of my heart comforts me a little, so I inhale before opening my mouth to speak.

"His name is Hector Sallizar. I met him 6 years ago, and he was the first man I ever experimented with sexually, before killing him slowly and boiling his cock in bleach." I said with malice, not missing Vasily shudder and palm his dick as if the thought alone gave him great pain.

Saying this name made me realize that the Hector I thought I had killed all those years ago had to be the same Hector that sent these photos now. Meaning the little prick was still alive and probably wants me dead after how I left him. So that explains why the photos were of me, but how does Vladimir factor into this? Before I could ponder my thoughts anymore, I heard a knock followed by Ivan's familiar Russian voice on the other side of the door.

"Boss, the car is ready to leave and head for the airstrip. Also, the doctor is waiting there to treat Vasily's arm." Ivan's voice boomed.

"Very well then, Vasily, head to the car and wait at the jet. We'll catch up with you, and tell the pilot wheels up in 2 hours." Vlad told him.

Choosing not to challenge his brother's words, Vasily rose slowly, gripping his arm as the pain grew almost unbearable. As he made his way to the door, he gave me a lingering look, as if saying, "Good luck."

The floor is yours, kitten. Tell me your dealings with Hector and why he would send these pictures to me," Vladimir says, the corners of his lips pulling up as his attention returns to me. His eyes gleam with menacing kind of pleasure, and I have the sudden, almost irresistible urge to put a hot one in his shoulder to whip that look right off his face. But instead, I just stare back at him.