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All Chapters of HUNTING ROSE; THE MAFIA DARKEST OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter One

Rose Alexandria Sinclair Midnight always felt crueler in poor neighborhoods. Maybe it was because darkness made everything uglier. The peeling walls. The broken windows. The smell of cigarettes soaked into old furniture and unpaid misery. Or maybe it was because monsters preferred the dark. “Please—!” My scream tore through the apartment just as another punch slammed into my father’s face. The crack echoed through the living room. I flinched. Blood splattered across the floorboards. “Stop!” I stumbled forward, dropping to my knees so fast they slammed painfully against the hardwood. “Please, stop hurting him!” Three men stood inside our apartment like they owned it. Maybe they did. One leaned casually against the wall, dressed in black from head to toe, his tattooed fingers tapping against a metal bat. Another adjusted the cuffs of his expensive coat while my father wheezed on the floor beneath him. The third one smiled at me. That smile terrified me most. “You’ll pay hi

Chapter Two

Rose Alexandria Sinclair Pain dragged me awake slowly. A sharp ache pulsed through my skull, throbbing behind my eyes with every heartbeat. My mouth tasted like blood and metal. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then I tried to move. Cold panic flooded me instantly. My wrists were tied behind a chair. The ropes dug painfully into my skin as I jerked against them, breathing harder. The room around me was dark, lit only by a weak golden light hanging above me. Concrete walls. Cold floor. The faint smell of cigarettes and gunpowder lingering in the air. Fear crept slowly into my chest. “Awake already?” The voice came from somewhere in front of me. Low. Male. Dangerous. I froze. A figure moved through the shadows slowly. Tall. Broad shoulders dressed in black. At first, I only noticed the cigarette glowing between his fingers. Then the expensive watch. The tattoos disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. My breathing slowed. No. No, it couldn’t b

Chapter Three

Rose Alexandria Sinclair I woke up in silk sheets. For one blissfully stupid moment, I thought the last twenty-four hours had been a nightmare. Then I saw the guards outside the bedroom door. Reality crashed back instantly. My breathing slowed as I sat up carefully, pain throbbing through the side of my head. The room around me was massive, drenched in warm golden sunlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. Luxury surrounded me everywhere. Black marble floors. Cream-colored walls trimmed in gold. A crystal chandelier hanging high above. The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass windows, glittering beneath the morning sun. Everything smelled expensive. Clean. Cold. Nothing like the cramped apartment I grew up in. Nothing like home. I swallowed hard. Frederico’s world. The thought alone sent unease twisting through my stomach. I pushed the blankets away slowly— And froze. A black dress rested neatly at the end of the bed. Beside it sat a folded n

Chapter Four

Frederico Grey Di Grazia People loved pretending blood made a family. It didn’t. Blood only made people crueler. I learned that lesson young. The Di Grazia estate looked beautiful from the outside. Endless marble halls, gold chandeliers, imported paintings worth millions. Luxury distracted people from rot. But underneath all that wealth, the family was poison. And I had been born straight into it. “You don’t belong here.” I was ten the first time Lorenzo said it to me. He stood in front of me inside the main dining hall, taller than me already, dressed in one of his expensive little suits while blood dripped slowly from my nose onto the floor. Around us, servants lowered their eyes silently. Nobody helped me. Nobody ever did. Lorenzo crouched slightly, gripping my jaw hard enough to hurt. “You’re not a real Di Grazia,” he whispered. “You’re just the bastard our father was too weak to bury.” Hatred burned through me instantly. But I learned very early that hatred meant

Chapter Five

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;The moment Frederico released me, I didn’t hesitate—I bolted. My legs moved faster than my thoughts, carrying me as far away from his cold presence as I could manage. I stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by a rush of tears that seemed to drown me whole.What hurt the most wasn’t just being in his service—it was the emptiness in his eyes. The same eyes that had once held warmth now only reflected anger, disdain, and irritation. His words had been sharp, cutting through me like daggers, each one worse than the last. My stomach churned with the weight of it.“Are you crying?” a faint voice asked, cutting through the silence. I shook my head quickly, but the lump in my throat betrayed me.“Yes, you are, foolish girl,” the voice continued, soft but firm. “It’s okay to cry. Come on, let it out—cry if it hurts!”The dam inside me broke, and I sobbed harder, burying my face into the mattress. A scream tore from my throat, raw and unrestrai

Chapter Six

Frederico Grey Di Grazia A glass of whiskey rested in my hand as I leaned against the window, watching Rose crouch in the garden, her hands lost in the weeds. There wasn’t a flicker of emotion in me—not love, not hate. Nothing.What I wanted from her was simple: pain. I wanted her to claw and crawl through the same hell I’d been dragged through. To beg, to sob, to plead for mercy she’d never receive.Her parents? Oh, they were living on borrowed time. The same way she stripped mine from me, I’d return the favor. One by one.“Boss,” a voice interrupted my thoughts, familiar but irritating nonetheless.I turned slowly, slipping my left hand into my pocket, a deliberate move that kept him guessing. “James, isn’t it?”He swallowed, hesitating. “Uh… no, Boss. It’s John.” His gaze dropped as if he knew better than to meet my eyes.“Is that so?” I murmured, a slow smirk tugging at my lips. “John, then. Have a drink with me.”I poured him a glass, the amber liquid catching the light. Passing

Chapter Seven

Frederico Grey Di Grazia Her jaw tightened, and her hands curled into fists, but she didn’t respond.I chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “What, no answer? Cat got your tongue? Or is it just that you can’t bring yourself to admit it?”She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want from me?”I stood, the space between us shrinking as I closed the distance. She flinched slightly but held her ground, her breathing shallow. “What do I want?” I echoed, tilting my head. “I want you to dance. Like you used to.”Her eyes widened slightly, the anger in them flickering to life again. “Please… don’t—”“Don’t what?” I interrupted, my voice soft but laced with menace. “Don’t remind you of what you were? Of how you used to beg for my attention?”Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, to lash out, but she said nothing. She couldn’t. Instead, she dropped her gaze, her shoulders stiff as she struggled to keep her composure.“Dance, Rose,” I said, stepping back and gestur

Chapter Eight

Rose Alexandria Sinclair“Need a hand?” a gentle voice asked as I busied myself with weeding the garden.I glanced up, and my breath caught for a moment. The man standing before me had one of the most captivating faces I’d ever seen—calm, warm, and utterly magnetic.“I’m Edward, Ma’am Sarah’s son,” he introduced himself with a friendly smile.“Oh…” I stood slowly, wiping my hands on my apron. He had already extended his hand, so I shook it, feeling a bit flustered. “I’m Rose Alexandria Sinclair.”“That’s a beautiful name,” he said, leaning casually against the wall. “I take it you’re new around here? I haven’t seen you before.”“Yeah, I am,” I replied softly.“Makes sense. I just got back from college myself. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you.” He gave a small wave, his smile lingering, and walked off.I found myself smiling after him. Who would’ve thought Ma’am Sarah’s son would be this… charming?Still, I reminded myself why I was here. Focus, Rose. As I got back to work, Mrs. Emilia wa

Chapter Nine

Rose Alexandria Sinclair"I'm sorry I put you through this," I said softly, helping Nathalie clean and bandage her wounds. She didn’t say a word at first, just nodded, her expression distant.After a long stretch of silence, she finally murmured, "It's okay… it’s not your fault either."I wasn’t sure if I believed her, but there was no time to dwell. Nathalie suddenly straightened up and said, "It's time for the night route… we’re both up!" She reached out to help me to my feet.Night shifts. One of the many things I hated about this place.The rules in this house were ridiculous. No eating after ten in the morning. No talking to the guards under any circumstances. It was stifling, suffocating.What was Red into? Mafia? Something even worse?As we walked out of the room and went our separate ways to begin our shifts, I couldn't help but notice the men stationed around every corner of the house.Dressed in black. Always with those dark sunglasses, even at night. Something wasn’t adding

Chapter Ten

Frederico Grey Di Grazia I leaned against the doorway, shrouded in the shadows, my arms folded as I watched the scene unfold. Rose’s startled expression as the lights flickered on and off amused me, her nerves evident in the way she clutched the feather duster as though it could protect her from whatever she thought was lurking in the darkness. And then he walked in. Edward. Ma’am Sarah’s overconfident son. A muscle in my jaw tightened as I watched him move closer to her, his laughter echoing through the room like an irritant. The way he looked at her, spoke to her, dared to touch her—it grated on my nerves. His audacity was almost comical. He was playing with what was mine. Mine. I watched as he leaned closer to her, brushing her hair away with a familiarity that turned my amusement into irritation. My fists clenched at my sides. What gave him the right to invade her space like that? To make her blush, to steal a smile that wasn’t his to take? The tension in my chest tig

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