Chasing Sandro: A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 19: A Risky Decision

Bella stood in front of the mirror, the stark light of her bathroom illuminating the dark circles under her eyes. She looked different now—more determined, more ruthless. A part of her still grappled with the guilt of what she was about to do, but the other part, the one that had long since abandoned reason and compassion, was ready to take action.

It had been a few days since her confrontation with Camille. The words of her friend echoed in her mind, but she had done an excellent job of pushing them aside. She was a woman on a mission, and nothing could stand in her way—not even her own doubts.

Tonight, she would take the first step toward making Sandro hers, and it felt exhilarating.

She had spent the last few days laying the groundwork for her plan, reaching out to discreet contacts who had ties to the darker side of the city. If Sandro was going to understand the gravity of his situation, he needed to be shown, not told. The idea of kidnapping him had first emerged as a fleeting thought, a twisted fantasy. But the more she pondered it, the more it began to make sense. It would force him to confront the truth of her love, to see her as the only person capable of saving him from the chaos she was about to unleash.

With a steadying breath, she walked into her living room, where she had spread out a collection of papers and photographs detailing Sandro's routine. She had studied him for months, learning his habits, his favorite haunts, the people he trusted. She needed to know everything to orchestrate the perfect plan. The only way to make sure he would be safe after the abduction was to create a scenario in which he would feel truly vulnerable, desperate, and dependent on her.

The first step was easy: she needed to create an opportunity. Bella had discovered that Sandro often left his office late at night to meet with colleagues for drinks or attend networking events. He enjoyed the nightlife of the city, often frequenting the same upscale bars and clubs, confident in his position as a prominent congressman. That was precisely where she would strike.

The plan was simple: lure him out, then act. She would ensure that his usual entourage was occupied or distracted, leaving him alone and unguarded. Bella's heart raced at the thought of actually going through with it. This was real, not just a fantasy.

But as the evening approached, doubt began to creep in. What if things went wrong? What if he didn't respond the way she wanted? She shook her head, banishing those thoughts. Sandro had brought this upon himself. He had ignored her, belittled her feelings, and now he would pay the price.

With resolve, she slipped into a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her figure. She wanted to look perfect, captivating enough to draw Sandro in, but also powerful enough to command his attention. As she applied her makeup, she practiced her smile in the mirror—a smile that would hide the darkness brewing within her.

She grabbed her purse, checking that everything she needed was inside. A small taser for self-defense, a few supplies to secure Sandro if necessary, and her phone, which would be crucial for the next steps. The plan was unfolding, and she needed to be ready for anything.

Bella arrived at the bar where Sandro was expected to show up later that night, her heart racing in anticipation. She could already picture the scene: Sandro, relaxed and carefree, laughing with his colleagues, completely unaware that she was plotting his downfall. The thrill sent a shiver down her spine.

She took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink and casually scanning the crowd. She would wait until he arrived, observing him from a distance, ready to make her move when the time was right. Bella wanted to savor this moment, to relish the anticipation of taking control of the situation.

As the minutes ticked by, her pulse quickened. Each time the door opened, her breath caught in her throat. Would this be the moment? Would she finally see him, the man she had longed for, the one who had both captivated and tormented her?