All Chapters of My Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AmaraHe looked at me with a pale expression,and I raised my eyebrows at him wondering if he got into a fight or something worse. Killian took his hands back from me and placed them inside his pocket not allowing me to see them at all."Oh nothing just a bit of a disagreement is all." He calmly noted. So calm in fact that it seemed normal for him and he didn't feel or notice the pain at all."What are you some underground fighter or something?" I questioned with slight curiosity with major concern for him.He let out a laugh and made his way over to a decanter of whisky that was displayed on a golden stand that looked more expensive than my home."No at all, it's just in my line of work, you have to get your hands a little dirty." He continued and poured out whiskey into two glasses that were topped off with spherical balls of ice.Taking them in his hands he walked back over to me and handed me one.Without hesitation, I threw it back without making any faces of discomfort or harshne

"How did you meet my brother then?" He questioned stepping slightly closer to me.My throat was able to swallow a large gulp of saliva that was stuck in my throat before answering."He saw me at a club. I was there for my birthday." I shyly answered.Cosimo chuckled lightly shaking his head and averting his gaze from me and towards the floor."Let me guess. He then made it his mission to find you after that night because you didn't throw yourself at him like every other girl." He continued raising his eyebrow already knowing the answer before I could respond.I smiled slightly, "I guess you could say that,I'm sorry that you have to see me like this, I'm usually not this careless with alcohol." Apologising with my hand rubbing against my head to soothe the aching."I’m sure you aren't." Cosimo brought his gaze back to me and giving me a slight smirk.I thought for a second trying to regain any memory.You know when you know that there's something that you're supposed to remember but yo

Andreas gave a devilish smirk, one eyebrow arched. He was waiting for me to make a move, and now I had taken him off his leash. He was the wild card of our group. Unpredictable, dangerous. Anything could set him off, and whoever crossed him would suffer the price. We stepped out of my office and into the living room where the others were gathered, tense and ready for instruction. “Right, are we all ready?” I called out, my eyes sweeping over each face, making sure they understood just how serious this was. “Can you run through the plan again?” a voice asked from the group. I shrugged off my blazer and tossed it onto the nearest chair, revealing a wrinkled white shirt. Rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, the veins along my arms stood out in the low light. “We are heading to the Anarchy Club tonight. I want every exit and corner covered. Andreas, you are in the VIP rooms with me, Antonio, and Sebastian.” The three of them nodded without hesitation, no objections, ready to a

Taking his hand in mine, he shook it firmly, one hand in mine and the other resting on top, holding the shake with purpose. “You got a last name with that?” he asked, letting go and stepping back slightly. “King.” His face shifted through a series of emotions—bewilderment, confusion, then sudden shock and realization. I had seen that look many times, always when I revealed my last name. Many knew it, and those who didn’t learned quickly. “King? You’ve never told me that before. Why does that sound familiar?” Killian’s hand went to his lightly stubbled chin, rubbing it as his eyes narrowed in thought. Andreas stepped back another pace, creating distance between us. I was used to it. “Killian, we need to talk. Now,” Andreas said, leading him toward a door I assumed led to the next room. I worried about leaving Andreas alone with him. Clearly he knew something, and I didn’t want it to come out. Killian followed out, and I was left in silence with Cosimo and Antonio. I didn’t know

A small smirk curved her lips as I closed the distance, my heart doing a stupid, excited staccato in my chest. My own mouth went dry and then parted, words trapped like birds that could not find the sky.“All three? You took on all three?” I managed to gabble, pointing toward the three hulking men now groaning on the floor.Amara sat as if nothing had happened. Calm, poised, almost bored. Every line of her posture told a story of skill and quiet confidence. She lifted her chin and smiled like a blade slipping out of a velvet sheath. Her voice flowed when she spoke, a melody that could soothe or slice depending on how she meant it. Deadly and soft at once.“Mr Medici, I have been in this business a very long time. You do not think a woman like me would not learn how to defend herself?” Her words wrapped around me and held me in place.You are amazing, I said without meaning to. The confession left my lips before my brain could stop it.For a second her smugness cracked, replaced by an