Obsession (18+) (FINISHED) (2024)

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Riley

Paris dragged me into some kind of club that was for eighteen-and-older, and since we were both over that age, we were let in with no question.

I was currently sitting in a booth because he had to go talk to some "people that I shouldn't trifle with." So he left me alone at a booth and told me to stay unless I wanted to get murdered, I just nodded and let him go off.

I was currently staring into the crowd, kicking out my legs at the booming music as everyone danced in front of me.

This music was good, too. It was my favorite type, electronic-pop, and I seriously wanted to stand up and dance, but I decided it was better to listen to Paris, anyway.

He'd been gone for about thirty minutes, and I found myself wondering if he was okay.

But I still didn't move, I know what would happen if I didn't listen.

But seconds later, a shadow hovered over me, and I looked up to greet Paris.

It wasn't Paris, though.

It was two men. One looked in his twenties with black, combed hair, though his eyes were shielded with sunglasses.

The other looked about thirty, with long, red hair that felt to his shoulders, and another pair of sunglasses.

And they both wore casual wear.

"Hey, baby," the younger one said, making me internally cringe. "What're you doin' by here all by you-self?"

"I'm waiting for someone," I told them.

"And yet, here we are," the older man said.

"Can you just back off?" I asked them cynically. "Seriously, it's not that hard to back off."

"But, my babe's lonely. Gotta show her a good time, no?"

"Leave me alone," I told both of them.

But the black-haired one sat beside me, running his fingers through my hair. "You ain't gotta talk to us like that, babe. Just gotta let us fuck you and we'll leave ya be."

I stood then, deciding being punished by Paris was better than getting flirted on, so I went to the girls bathroom downstairs, slamming the door behind me and locking it, splashing cold water on my face and patting it dry seconds later.

When I turned, my heart froze when I saw both men in the doorway.

I looked to the lock.

How?

"Ooh," the younger one said, pulling a gun out of his pocket when he said in a colder tone, "cornered you, girlie."

I stepped back. "Leave me alone."

The second man pulled another gun out, aiming it at me while my breathing shortened. "Don't worry," he said, chuckling lowly, "we won't rape you. We're assassins, and you're our target. Riley, right? Riley Princes?"

My heart beat rapidly when I realized something.

They made me nervous on purpose so they could corner me in a quiet environment.

Shit.

"You know you're not supposed to be alive, Riley," the twenty-year-old one said. "You're supposed to be dead by now. But things keep getting in the way of our leader. He told us that we should tell you, Riley," he leaned forward, "if we could kill your father, Johnathan Princes, we could kill you, Riley. Very, very, slowly."

I breathed shallowly. "I thought my dad was murdered by the original mafia boss."

"Nah," the older one shrugged, "he ordered him to be killed, but he didn't kill him."

"Then who did?" I said.

"You'll never find out." The younger one smiled, clicking off his safety. "Any last words?"

I breathed shallowly, heart thudding against my chest.

Another gun clicked behind them. "Yeah," a young man said, "put your guns down, fuckers."

I gazed up to find a familiar man standing there with golden hair glistening in the lighting, and there were two men behind him, guns trained on both of the attacker's heads.

Paris.

And she guessed the other two men were his underlings.

Paris held two revolvers in his hands, one aimed to each of the men's heads as the other two men next to him had their gun on each, as well.

The assassins were defiantly outnumbered.

"Alright..." the younger one said, raising his hands as the other one did, too. "Alright."

He turned around then, aiming his gun to Paris, and I screamed his name before—

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

I felt liquid splatter on my face, and my heart stopped when I heard two bodies thud to the ground.