Toxic Obsession BWWM (SLOW UPDATES)

Capitolo Tre

Adriano De Luca

The last sounds Henry made were desperate screams, begging for mercy. If he had any sense, he would've thought twice before disrespecting my sister, before disrespecting my family.

He died slowly, painfully. Sure, I could've just ended it with a single shot to the head, but where's the satisfaction in that? Drawing it out, savouring every second of his agony—it was like a high. His pleas only fuelled my desire to take his life away.

With a snap of my fingers, Henry's butler rushed over, carrying a silver platter. I stripped off the gloves and tossed them on top. As if I'd ever let my bare hands touch that excuse for a human being. There were far better things in this world I'd rather lay my hands on.

"Dispose of the body," I said calmly, my voice flat as I turned and climbed the stairs, leaving the basement behind.

In the living room, my sister sat trembling, wrapped in a throw blanket, her fragile figure perched on a stool by the kitchen island. She looked broken, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. Henry was on the couch, his eyes clouded with worry—not because I'd just killed a man in his basement, but because of Laura. I knew he'd tried to console her, but when my sister was upset, no amount of comfort would get through to her.

As soon as I stepped into the room, their heads snapped up, staring at me. For a few long, tense seconds, none of us spoke. Finally, I broke the silence.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what?'" Laura's voice cracked as she stood up, anger spilling out in every word. "You just killed my boyfriend, you freak!" she screamed, slamming her fists into my chest, over and over. Fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Watch your words," I warned sternly, grabbing her wrists to stop her. But her strength faltered, and she crumbled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"That man didn't love you, Laura. He was a disgusting piece of shi—"

"But I loved him!" Her words hit like a punch to the gut.

How? How could she love someone like that? Someone who disrespected her, treated her like she was nothing. I couldn't understand it.

Our parents raised us to value respect. I grew up surrounded by two strong women—my mother and my sister. I learned that women deserved to be treated with the utmost respect, not as objects to be used and discarded. Matias didn't deserve her.

"No, Laura. You didn't love him," I said softly, trying to reason with her. "You deserve better. He wasn't going to give you the life you wanted, the life you deserve."

Her eyes were sharp as daggers, glaring into mine. The man had poisoned her mind, made her believe that what they had was love.

"And what do you know about what he gave me?" Her voice rose, trembling with raw emotion. "While you were busy playing mob boss, I was busting my ass, studying every single day to be enough for this family, to be a nurse for your men. He was the only one who was there for me! Having him as a distraction outside of school, kept me sane."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Guilt weighed heavily on me, pounding in my chest. Had I failed her that badly? Had I been too wrapped up in the business to notice her slipping away? As if reading my thoughts, she continued, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and sadness.

"Every time I called you, it was the same thing—'I'm busy,' 'I've got to take care of this, that, and the other.' After Dad died, you changed, Adriano. You're not the same brother I used to know."