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Chapter 87: You Are Hurting Me
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Stop calling me that!” she snapped. “You don’t know me. You don’t know him. You don’t know a fucking thing about what happened in this room.” The younger guard stepped in, tone low. “We understand you’re overwhelmed, but this is standard procedure.” “Don’t patronize me.” “We just need you to cooperate.” “I’m not your fucking lab rat,” she growled, voice shaking. “I’m not some piece of evidence you bag and tag because you can’t make sense of what he is. He didn’t trap me. He didn’t rape me. He didn’t manipulate me. He fucking loved me. And I stayed.” “Regardless of how you feel,” the older agent said, steel in his voice now, “you’re coming with us.” “Take her.” The younger one moved first. He didn’t touch her violently. He didn’t manhandle her. But the second his hand wrapped around her arm, something inside her snapped. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” she screamed, jerking away. “Where the fuck are you taking me? Where?!” “To a safehouse.” “What does that even mean
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 91: Don’t Touch Me
“I already am.” The whisper left her lips like the ghost of a promise that would never stop bleeding. And then everything inside her shattered. Her legs gave out. She didn’t fight it. She sank slowly to the floor, the cold seeping into her skin as her fingers trembled against the wood. The silence swallowed her. Not the soft kind..the violent kind. The kind of silence that screamed. The kind that came after a funeral, after a gunshot, after a door slams and doesn’t open again. She sat there, staring at the bed. The sheets were twisted and damp, stained with the sweat of his body and the cum he left inside her. Her thighs were still sticky. Her skin still raw from where his mouth had kissed too hard and his teeth had claimed too deep. Her lips were swollen. Her hair a mess. Her chest bruised from how tightly he had held her as if he already knew the world was going to tear them apart. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her arms wrapped around her legs, drawing them to h
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 90: They Took Him
Then one of the agents stepped forward. No mask. No hesitation. He was tall, older, hardened by years of chasing names like Dominic Valenzo but never standing this close to one. He looked directly at him, badge glinting under the dim chandelier light as he spoke. “We’re here on federal order,” the man announced, his voice clear, clipped, and cold. “Dominic Rafael Valenzo, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Doctor Isadora Bell, a registered medical professional, reported missing by both family and employer.” Isadora’s mouth opened before she could think. “I wasn’t kidnapped.” But the man ignored her. His eyes didn’t even flick toward her as he continued reading from the warrant, voice rising with every charge like he was peeling open a grave. “You are also being detained on suspicion of trafficking underaged women..particularly virgins—through international black-market auctions; laundering money through shell corporations and pharmaceutical fronts across Europe and N
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 89: You Are Under Arrest
Her mouth tasted like desperation, salt, and the bitter trace of everything they had never said out loud. At first, she didn’t kiss him back. She couldn’t. Her pulse was too loud, her thoughts too violent, and every breath felt like she was swallowing barbed wire. But then his hands cupped her face..not rough, not possessive, but reverent..and something in her cracked so violently it felt like her soul came apart in her chest. And then she was kissing him back. Hard. Hungry. Like maybe if she gave him everything in that one kiss, the universe would spare him. Maybe the sirens would turn around. Maybe the bullets would miss. But they wouldn’t. And they both knew it. She pulled back first, gasping, forehead still pressed to his, her chest heaving with a sob she couldn’t swallow. “Dominic, please,” she whispered. “I can’t. I can’t watch them shoot you. I can’t watch them put your body in a bag.” His breathing was erratic. His hands trembled as he lowered them to h
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 88: Trapped
“I didn’t know what to do with you.” “You fucked me.” “You were beautiful.” “You were using me.” “You made me feel again.” She laughed bitterly. “So I’m your rehab now?” “No. You’re my goddamn addiction.” He ran a hand through his hair. Turned away. Slammed his fist into the wall. The sound sounded like a gunshot. She flinched. He turned back around. Eyes red. Face twisted. Voice hoarse. “You think I like being this way? You think I chose to be the man who locks a woman in a house and puts a gun under his pillow every night just to make sure she doesn’t try to run?” “I think you never learned how to love,” she said, quietly now. “I think you forgot how to feel,” he shot back. “Because no woman who felt what I did last night would ever walk away.” “That wasn’t love.” “What the fuck was it then?!” She shook her head. “It was need. Lust. Guilt. It was you trying to erase her ghost inside me with your cock.” He closed his eyes. And for the first time…
The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit Chapter 87: You Are Hurting Me
Her arm was trembling in his grip. Not because she was scared. Because she was holding back from slapping him again. He didn’t speak. He just held her wrist like it was the only lifeline he had left in a world collapsing around him. “I don’t know how to live without you anymore,” he said. She stared at him. And something inside her cracked. “Then learn,” she whispered. “Because I’m not some crutch to your trauma. I’m not the second coming of a dead girl you still dream about. I’m not a replacement, Dominic.” His grip tightened. “You are everything.” “No, I’m yours. That’s different. That’s not love. That’s ownership.” “I do love you.” “No you don’t!” she screamed, ripping her arm out of his hand. “You fuck me. You use me. You chain me to your grief and call it love.” He stepped toward her again. She backed up. Fast. “No,” she said, voice shaking. “Don’t touch me. You don’t get to touch me every time I speak the truth.” “You don’t know what the fuck you’
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