Mafia Obsession (OBSESSION SERIES #1)

CHAPTER 17

Mafia Obsession - Chapter 17: A Jealous Fury

The encounter with Marco, a fleeting moment of forbidden attraction, had left Celeste with a mix of guilt and exhilaration.  She had crossed a line, a line that Angelo would not tolerate, and she knew that she was playing with fire.

As she returned to the Palazzo, her heart pounded in her chest, anticipating Angelo’s reaction.  She found him in his study, his face a mask of displeasure, his eyes cold and hard.  He was sitting at his desk, a stack of papers before him, but his gaze was fixed on her, his presence a shadow hovering over her.

“Celeste,” he said, his voice a low rumble.  “Where have you been?”

Celeste’s heart sank.  She knew she couldn’t lie to him, not anymore.  She had learned that honesty, however painful, was the only way to build trust, to build a foundation for their relationship.

“I… I went for a drive,” she said, her voice soft, her eyes searching his.  “I needed some fresh air.”

Angelo’s gaze narrowed, his expression unreadable.  He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, his presence a looming threat.

“A drive?” he said, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion.  “Just a drive?”

Celeste felt a shiver down her spine.  She knew he didn’t believe her, she could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at her, in the way he held himself.  He was a man who was used to power, a man who was used to control, a man who would not tolerate any challenge to his authority.

“Yes, Angelo,” she said, her voice firm, her eyes unwavering.  “Just a drive.”

Angelo stepped closer, his presence a suffocating wave of heat.  He took her hand, his touch possessive, his gaze fixed on her.

“I know you’re lying, Celeste,” he said, his voice a low whisper.  “I can see it in your eyes.  You’re hiding something from me.”

Celeste felt a pang of guilt, a sense of betrayal.  She had tried to protect him, to shield him from the truth, but she knew that she couldn’t keep secrets from him anymore.  She had to be honest with him, no matter the consequences.

“I… I saw Marco,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.  “I… I stopped to talk to him.”

Angelo’s grip tightened on her hand, his eyes burning into hers.  He could see the truth in her eyes, the guilt in her voice, the fear in her heart.

“Marco?” he said, his voice a low growl.  “You saw Marco?”

Celeste nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.  She knew she had made a mistake, she knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of exhilaration.  She was living on the edge, pushing the boundaries of her world, testing the limits of her love for Angelo.

“Why, Celeste?” he said, his voice a low whisper.  “Why did you see him?”

Celeste hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.  She knew she couldn’t lie to him, not anymore.  She had to be honest with him, no matter the consequences.

“I… I don’t know,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.  “I… I just felt drawn to him.  He’s… he’s different from you.”

Angelo’s grip tightened on her hand, his eyes burning into hers.  He could see the truth in her eyes, the guilt in her voice, the fear in her heart.  He felt a surge of jealousy, a primal rage that threatened to consume him.

“Different?” he said, his voice a low growl.  “How is he different?”

Celeste hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest.  She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of exhilaration.  She was living on the edge, pushing the boundaries of her world, testing the limits of her love for Angelo.

“He’s… he’s more carefree, more spontaneous, more… alive,” she said, her voice a soft whisper.  “He’s… he’s not like you.”

Angelo’s grip tightened on her hand, his eyes burning into hers.  He could see the truth in her eyes, the guilt in her voice, the fear in her heart.  He felt a surge of jealousy, a primal rage that threatened to consume him.

“He’s not like me?” he said, his voice a low growl.  “He’s not like me?”

He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, his grip possessive, his gaze fixed on her.  He could feel the heat of his anger radiating through him, a burning inferno that threatened to consume him.

“I’m not going to let him take you away from me, Celeste,” he said, his voice a low whisper.  “I’m not going to let him have you.”

He kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that spoke of love, of possessiveness, of a bond that was both fragile and unbreakable.  But beneath the surface of his passion, Celeste could feel the simmering rage, the burning jealousy, the primal fear that threatened to consume him.  She knew that she was playing with fire, that she was pushing the boundaries of their love, that she was testing the limits of his control.

And she knew that she was in for a wild ride.