His Dark Obsession

Chapter 10: Him.

My fingers tap to the rhythm of the music playing in my car as I wait in the McDonalds drive thru. I swear if they've put pickles in my burger I will launch it at them. I'm the only car here with it being 11pm so there's fuck all excuse to get the one person here's order wrong. The last time I came here, I ordered 20 chicken nuggets and something like 3 lots of fries; somehow ended up with one box of fries and a salt packet. Let's just say Julie was a star and gave me a free extra box after I complained, think she had a crush on me.

As I wait, my mind drifts off to my little dove. I know for a fact she's trying her hardest to hate me right now, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't. It's been a week since I had her pretty little pussy on my thigh, and God do I miss it. I've been to see her twice since, not while she was awake though; I wonder if she keeps the roses I leave for her.

This also means it's been a week since I took care of Dylan; so far no one has said anything about it, but I know that won't last forever. His brothers will soon be dead too anyway after the Black Ace find out they ratted them out. Don't ask me how they'll find out, but they will. I just did them a favour killing one for them.

"There you are," a feminine voice speaks from the drive thru window.

A young girl with blonde hair and freckles stands holding out my food with a generous smile. She looks a bit younger than Bella, and I spot the edge of a tattoo poking out her t-shirt sleeve.

I nod and take the bag, "Thank you."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the window edge as she smiles watching me put the drink in my cup holder.

"Eating alone?", she asks in a cheery tone.

"Yes. As long as there's no pickles in my burger," I mutter.

I promise I'm trying to make a light hearted joke, I'm just fucking awful at not sounding angry.

"Well, I get off in 15 minutes. Maybe I can change that?", she smirks and starts to play with a ring on her middle finger.

I chuckle as I put my hand on the wheel and lift off my hand break, then look into her desperate little eyes, "If I didn't want to eat alone, I'd go to my girl's house and eat her instead. Have a good day." I nod once more, then drive out into the car park and away down the road.

Poor girl probably wanted rattled in the back seats; can't blame her, it's a nice car. But my Bella's ass will be the only one getting abused in the back of this car. My naughty little minx.

It takes me about 20 minutes to get home while eating my burger, which by the way had no pickles, and jamming out to old Nickelback songs. Bella and I will definitely have Nickelback playing at our wedding after party. God, I dream of how sexy she'll look in her gown, wearing two beautiful rings on her finger. I can imagine her in a black lace gown, a beautiful veil adorned with patterns following her up the aisle. And black roses in her hands of course. 

I click the lock on my car keys as I walk up to my front door. Though I do find shock when I go to unlock the door and it's already unlocked. Must be JJ, he's got a spare key, but I keep my wits about me and prepare to throw a punch if I need to. I slowly push the door open, and glance into my living room where I see JJ look up at me. My shoulder's relax as I walk in and shut the door. 

"Could've text first," I mumble as I plop down on my couch and close my eyes.

I hear him take a breath before he speaks, "Damon..." he trails off.

"What?", I ask abruptly.

"Dylan Conroy has been missing for a week. Apparently he left a note saying he fucked off to the Caribbean for a drug deal," JJ stares at the floor as he speaks. Here we go.