Chains of Obsession

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♤Alexander♤

"Go find the girl and lock her up. Her parents will arrive soon to talk." I ordered my men.

My men nodded in response, their faces serious. They knew the importance of following orders, especially one given by me.

"Yes, sir," one of them mumbled as they left to carry out their task.

I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath to calm the mixture of anticipation and worry in my chest. The Roses would be here soon, and the girl's fate was about to be decided.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door of my office. I looked up, knowing who was most likely standing on the other side.

"Come in," I called out, my voice even and steady.

The door creaked open, and Ryan, my most trusted advisor, walked into the room. His expression was serious, but his eyes held a hint of concern.

"They've arrived," he said simply, his voice steady. "The Roses."

I nodded, my gaze hardening slightly as the reality of the situation set in.

"Show them in," I said, my voice betraying nothing of my inner turmoil.

Ryan nodded in response and quickly left the room. A few moments later, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching before the door opened, revealing Mr. and Mrs. Rose was escorted by my two men.

They looked haggard, their eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and desperation. Mr. Rose was a stocky man with greying hair, while Mrs. Rose stood next to him, her hand clutching his arm, her eyes filled with worry.

They came closer, halting a few paces away from my desk.

Mr. Rose was the first to speak, his voice firm yet nervous. "Mr. Xantheus, we're here to discuss the return of our daughter."

I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other. My gaze flicked over the Roses, assessing them.

"Yes, I know why you're here," I replied coolly, my tone betraying none of the thoughts swirling in my mind.

Mrs. Rose's face paled slightly at my words, and her grip on her husband's arm tightened.

Mr. Rose mustered up courage and spoke again. "How is our daughter? Is she alright?"

I didn't answer right away, choosing my words carefully.

"She's alive, if that's what you're asking," I responded, my tone neutral. "Resting at the moment, I presume."

Mr. Rose seemed relieved at the news that his daughter was safe, and some of the tension melted away from his face.

Mrs. Rose, on the other hand, still looked worried. "Can we see her? We just want to make sure she's alright."

I opened my laptop and showed them a live video from the security camera in the room she was in. She was arguing and yelling at the guard, and the whole guard kept being emotionless.

As the video played, Mr. and Mrs. Rose watched the scene unfolding with a mix of relief and concern. It was clear that their daughter was alive and well, albeit being a bit troublesome.

As soon as the guard grabbed her and pinned her hand behind her back, I turned my laptop away from them.

Mr. Rose's eyes widened as he saw the guard restrain their daughter. His hand was clenched into a fist, betraying his frustration and helplessness.

Mrs. Rose, on the other hand, looked sick and pale, her hand covering her mouth to hold back a gasp.

"Now. Let's talk about the business." I started.

The Roses seemed to understand that our conversation was shifting to something more serious. Mr. Rose nodded slightly, his expression growing more business-like.

Mrs. Rose was still visibly upset, but she managed to compose herself.

"I want you to free all my 46 men who you arrested in all these months, I want my shipment back that you took away last month, I want you both to step back from your carrier and move the fuck out from my city." I told them.

The Roses stared at me in disbelief, their eyes wide with surprise and shock. They were clearly taken aback by my demands, but they tried to maintain their composure.

Mr. Rose was the first to speak, his voice a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Those demands are outrageous! You have no right -"

But I cut him off, my tone cold and determined.

"I have every right, Mr. Rose," I said firmly, my gaze unwavering. "I've been patient up until now, but my patience has its limits. These are my terms, and there are no negotiations."

Mrs. Rose looked like she was about to burst into tears, but she held herself together.

Her eyes were pleading as she spoke. "Please, we don't have that much power. We can't fulfil all of your demands."

I leaned back in my chair, a hint of a smirk playing across my lips.

"You see, Mrs. Rose, that's where you're wrong," I responded, my voice smooth. "You may not have the power yourself, but you know people who do."

Fear flashed across their faces as they realised the implications of my words.

Mr. Rose looked conflicted, his eyes darting between me and his wife. "You wouldn't hurt her, would you?"

I smiled at them coldly as I said in a calm tone, "Oh darling, that's where you are wrong. If needed, then I will do everything."

Fuck, why it sounded so gay?

I'm not gay.

Mr. and Mrs. Rose visibly shivered as my words sunk in. The threat was clear; I was not messing around. They knew I was capable of doing whatever it took to get what I wanted, and their daughter was not off-limits.

Mr. Rose swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, while Mrs. Rose's eyes widened with horror at the situation.

Mr. Rose spoke again, his voice cracking slightly with fear and anger. "You're sick. Threatening a young girl, blackmailing us with her safety. This is not what good people do."

Since when am I a good person?

I chuckled coldly, the sound sending a shiver down their spines.

"Good people," I repeated, shaking my head. "Let me tell you something, Mr. Rose. In this world, no one's a saint. We all play dirty when we have to. And right now, I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to get what I want. And you, my friend, are in no position to argue."

Mr. Rose clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering with anger and helplessness. But he held his tongue, not wanting to provoke me further.

Mrs. Rose, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears, her hand now covering her mouth to muffle her impending sobs.

I let a short pause fell over us, letting my words sink in.

"So," I finally said, my tone turning slightly mocking, "What is it going to be? Do we have a deal, or shall I demonstrate that I'm not bluffing?"

Mr. and Mrs. Rose exchanged a look, communicating silently between themselves. They were trapped, and they knew it. I had them by the throat, and there wasn't much they could do about it.

Mr. Rose's face was pale, and his hands trembled slightly as he spoke. "We... We accept your terms."

I smiled, satisfied with their response.

"Good," I said simply, leaning back in my chair. "This is the most wise choice you could have made."

I then called my men in, and they escorted the Roses out of the room, leaving me alone in my office, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and cold determination.

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Why do I feel like I wanna make Alexander gay🥲