Chapter 3: The Obbession Biggines

Moretti Estate

The Moretti estate wasn't just a house. It was a fortress. Wrapped in velvet.

In the huge living room, Isabella Moretti was pacing back and forth. Her silk dress flowed behind her. On the couch, her husband Vincenzo was reading a file. Calm. Totally ignoring her.

"Vincenzo, are you even listening to me?" she asked. Hands on her hips.

Vincenzo nodded. Turned a page. "I am, darling..."

Isabella huffed. "I want you to talk to Enzo. Now! He is always busy. Business, business, business! Tell him to go on dates. Tell him to get married. Take a vacation! He is young! He should act like a human, not a machine."

Vincenzo finally looked up. Closed the file. "Your son isn't a kid, Isabella. He is a grown man. He can make his own choices. Stop worrying."

"But—"

The heavy main doors opened.

Lorenzo walked in. He looked frustrated. Loosening his tie.

Behind him, Matteo was blabbering something stupid. Annoying his older brother.

"Finally!" Isabella yelled. "What took you so long, Enzo?"

She ran over and hugged her oldest son. Like he just came back from war.

Lorenzo hugged her back. Softened a little. "I had a meeting, Mom."

"When do you not have one?" she muttered.

"Oh, Mom!" Matteo whined. Threw his arms open. "You don't love me? I am here too!"

Isabella smirked. "Aww, my baby."

She walked close to him—and twist! She grabbed his ear.

"Ahh! Mom! Ahh! What happened?!" Matteo winced. Tried to pull away.

"Matteo Moretti," Isabella scolded. "I told you not to take my vintage car! Why did you touch it, you brat?!"

"I swear, Mom! Never again!" Matteo cried. Drama queen. "Let go of my ear! Who will marry a guy with one ear?!"

Isabella finally let go. Chuckled. Vincenzo laughed too.

Lorenzo shook his head. Hid a small smile. "Mom, I'm going to freshen up."

"Come for dinner after," she ordered.

Lorenzo nodded. Walked up the big stairs. Leaving the chaos behind.

THE DINING ROOM

The food was good. The talk was dangerous.

Everyone was eating peacefully. Then Isabella dropped the bomb.

"Enzo, you are getting older."

Lorenzo sighed deep. Put his fork down. He knew where this was going.

"Mom, I know. Please, not now."

"But you should settle down!" Isabella pushed. "Go on a few dates. Meet someone."

"With who, Mom?" Matteo interrupted. Mouth full of food. "Every Omega is scared of his monster face."

The table went silent. Lorenzo glared at him.

Smack!

Isabella hit the back of Matteo's head. Hard.

"Ahh! Sorry, brother..." Matteo mumbled. Rubbed his head.

Lorenzo wiped his mouth. Stood up. "Dad, I want to talk to you."

Vincenzo nodded. Serious mode. "My office. After dinner."

THE DON'S OFFICE

The office smelled like cigars and leather.

Vincenzo sat in the boss chair. Lorenzo sat across.

"What is it, Enzo?"

"Do you know anything about the Volkovs, Dad?"

Vincenzo raised an eyebrow. "Why ask now?"

"Ivan Volkov came to see me today," Lorenzo said. Eyes narrow. "He wants the warehouse land near the North Sea. Suspicious. Why that specific land?"

Vincenzo leaned back. Looked nostalgic.

"Let them have it."

Lorenzo frowned. "What? How can I do that with no info, Dad? We never give away what we own."

"Kirill Volkov is an old friend," Vincenzo said calmly.

"I know him, Enzo. A deal with the Volkovs could be good for us later. I don't know his sons well, but Kirill keeps his word. Think about it."

Lorenzo stayed quiet. Thinking

"Okay. I will consider it. But I'm going to dig first."

Vincenzo chuckled. "Okay. But be careful. It's a chess game now. They are powerful in Russia for a reason."

"I will," Lorenzo stood up. Left.

THE NEXT MORNING - LORENZO'S OFFICE

Morning sun hit Lorenzo's fancy office. Dante and Enzo Romano sat on the soft sofas. Lorenzo was signing papers at his desk.

"Did you do the work?" Lorenzo asked. Deep voice. Didn't look up.

"Hmm," Dante said. "I have all the info on the Volkovs. Ready to show."

Dante stood up. Plugged a chip into the laptop. Connected it to the big screen on the wall.

Boom. The door flew open.

Matteo walked in.

"Why are you here again, Matt?" Lorenzo asked. Irritated.

"Relax, Big Brother," Matteo grinned. Hands up. "I'm not here to steal your stuff. I'm curious about the Volkovs too! Just watching. I promise I'll be quiet."

Enzo Romano chuckled. Pointed to a seat. "Join the show, kid."

Dante cleared his throat. Clicked a button. First profile popped up.

"Let's start the intros."

PROFILE 1: KIRILL VOLKOV

"Head of the Volkov Family. Kirill Volkov. 58. Alpha."

Dante explained. "Sharp businessman. Cars, tech. Owns half of Russia basically. Never breaks a promise. Has huge contacts. Very possessive of his family."

Lorenzo nodded. Just like Dad said.

PROFILE 2: ARINA VOLKOV

"Second, Arina Volkov. Wife. 52. Omega."

"Housewife. Never touches the business. Used to do psychology. She is the calm to Kirill's storm."

PROFILE 3: IVAN VOLKOV

"Ivan Volkov. The Heir. 30. Alpha."

"Handles everything. Legal and illegal. Second version of his dad—ruthless. Sharp. But he believes in action, not promises. Just closed a massive international deal."

"And lastly..." Dante clicked the remote.

Screen changed.

A high-quality photo lit up the dark room.

PROFILE 4: KYRIAN VOLKOV

Lorenzo slowly lifted his head. His pen stopped.

On the screen was a young man. Elegant.

Controlled. Ash-blond hair, messy but perfect. Pale face. Sharp features but beautiful. Like he was born powerful.

He wore a black coat over a white shirt. Buttoned high. Strict. No jewelry. Just pure class. Old money style.

Background was blurry. But he was in focus. His eyes—cool, steady. No fear. Just calm.

Quiet confidence.

"Not much info on him," Dante admitted.

"Kyrian Volkov. Famous Model & Actor in Russia. Omega. 21."

Enzo Romano whistled. "An Omega that tall? 6'4"? Rare."

"That's why people think he's an Alpha," Dante said. "That's it. No other info. Seems the Volkovs hide him from the underworld."

"Ooh," Matteo teased. Leaned forward. "He really is the Volkov treasure, huh, Big Brother?"

Lorenzo didn't answer.

His dark eyes were stuck on the screen. Staring at Kyrian. Studying his jaw. The arrogance in his eyes.

"What about the warehouse?" Lorenzo asked. Voice low. Eyes still on the photo.

"Didn't find much," Dante said. "Maybe just business. What did you decide?"

Lorenzo leaned back. A slow, dangerous smirk on his lips.

"I decided to give it to them. But... watch them."

He tapped his finger on the desk.

"Also, find out more about this man." He pointed to Kyrian.

Dante frowned. Worried. "He isn't part of this world, Lorenzo. Touching him is playing with fire. He isn't a pawn."

Lorenzo’s smirk got deeper. The boredom was gone. Replaced by dark obsession.

"And I love fire, Dante."

Enzo Romano laughed. Sharpened his knife. "The Volkovs are interesting indeed."