Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Paris

THREE MONTHS AGO

"Where is she?" I questioned, anger rising in my throat as the man tied to the chair sat in front of me.

His hair was matted with sweat, and there were black bruises ringing around both his eyes and his cheekbones.

He glared at me as he responded in his Russian accent, "I don't know what you're talking about, boy."

I struck him across the face and caught the back of his head, pulling his hair as I forced him to face me.

There was blood tricking down the corner of his mouth.

"THE FUCKING GIRL!" I growled. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?"

He smiled menacingly up at me, the blood on his teeth only adding to the horror in his expression. "'Fucking girl?'" he echoed. "That would be a horrible name for a child, no?"

I struck him across the face again, earning a grunt, so I did it once, then twice.

Until his whole face was purple.

"Where is she?" I repeated, pulling his hair so he looked at me. "Where is the girl, you bitch?"

He looked back up at me, and spat blood at my feet.

I only pulled him up higher, making him grunt as I leveled my face with his. "I could give you surgery with no anesthetic," I told him, "have my men take your organs out one by one until there is nothing left inside you. And you'd die slowly and slowly with no liver—no heart—would you like that?"

"You are a sick boy," he said.

"Do you think I was joking?" I asked him, and I stood, waving one of my men over.

"Yes, sir?" he said.

"Get Doctor Gin over," I told him. "Now."

He went on his earpiece and called someone on it.

"You're bluffing," the restrained man said.

I turned to look at him. "I never bluff." And I nodded to my men.

One of them walked over and untied his bindings while the other two caught his wrists and ankles, pulling him up kicking and screaming.

He wasn't strong enough to fight them with all the blows to the head I gave him, I wouldn't be surprised if he had permanent brain damage.

They threw him down onto a metal cart in the middle of the room; a bed we stole form a hospital room a ways away, and they restrained him with those cuffs as he writhed against the bindings.

I loved the sight of him suffering.

I walked over to him. "Do you really think I was bluffing?"

Almost a second later, a man walked in the room, rolling a cart of medical supplies in with him.

He stopped next to me, and I nodded to the man tied into the chair. "Take his liver out first."

The Russian man looked up to me, startled as he pulled against the bindings.

Was I bluffing? No. Was he going to give me answers? Yes. I wouldn't let him die, I needed answers from him.

When the doctor pulled up a rusty scalpel...

That's when it clicked.

"Okay! Okay!" he said, making me stop as I turned to him. "She's lives in California!"

I nodded to the doctor, making him stop. "Where in California?"

"23465 West thirty-third street!" the man said. "In Sandiego!"

I looked to one of my men, and he gazed back up at me after looking at his phone. "He's right, Violet's there."

"Why did she lose contact with me?" I asked my victim.

"I don't know," he said, "please...."

With a quick nod from me, the doctor sliced the skin of his chest open, making him scream.

"Answer," I told him, "or he's going to slowly slice your heart open."

"We tapped her phone line..." he sobbed, chest rising and falling faster, "so she'd lose contact. We killed her husband so we could leave the girl vulnerable without her father. We hired an assassin to kill her in the most horrible way possible."

"What way?" I said.

He looked up at me. "Emotional torment. Kill everyone close to her first and make her the final target."

My eyes darkened. "Did my father order you to do this?"

He hesitated, and the doctor pierced the scalpel into the already open wound, making him scream. "No! No! It is a copycat who runs our company... A billionaire...."

"Who?" I said.

"Mister Raymond," he responded. "That's what we call him."

I looked at his panicked gaze for signs of him lying.

He wasn't.

"Kill him," I said, starting out of the room.

He started writhing in the bed as the doctor started a rusty saw.

"No! NO!" he said. "Please! Please! No! I beg you!"

I turned to him, eyes darkening. "No one hurts Riley. I won't allow it."

And I kept walking, hearing the saw cut against his ribs when I closed the door behind me, and his pained screaming.

****

I brushed my fingers through Riley's hair as she slept in my lap, the gesture keeping her asleep as I stared down at her relaxed expression.

She was completely naked and huddled up with me, and I decided an hour ago to take off my shirt so I could give her some of my body heat along with the blankets over us.

I wanted her comfortable and warm.

She turned further into me and murmured something soft in her sleep, and she buried her head in my chest.

I smiled at how comfortable she was with me.

She kept murmuring sounds and her hands folded in between us as she lightly snuggled closer.

"Shhh..." I cooed, holding her tighter, "you're safe now. It's alright, Sweetheart. It's alright."

She seemed to relax at my voice.

"I got you..." I told her, "and I will kill anyone who attempts to hurt you."

AUTHORS NOTE:
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