All Chapters of Matteo’s obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Valentina's Pov"Beautiful, dangerous, innocent. That's exactly what I want." His tone lowered like stone dipped in water. His voice wrapped around me like a cloak.He wrapped a hand around my neck before yanking me closer to him. His hot breath sent thrills through my body.His grip got tighter as the string I was wearing was doing very little to cover me up. My chest heaved and I knew he liked it."She's one of our best strippers bosses. You can have her for as long as you want. My hand tried to release the grip he had on his neck.He looked down, with a very dangerous smirk on his face. I shrunk under his gaze."I...I have to perform soon. I'm...I'm next..." I stuttered while he leaned in closer."Oh no sweetheart, you're serving me tonight." I yelped when he lifted me so I was hung over his shoulder."Mr Russo." I struggled against him. "Please let me go. If you don't I might lose my job." I complained. I heard a loud smack that stilled me. "You just...""Behave." He warned. The

VALENTINA'S POVHe pushed me against the bed."Mark, do not do this." I warned while he went ahead to take off his clothes."How long am I supposed to wait?" "You know I'm not ready yet." I said while he removed his belt."Then when will you ever be?" He was frustrated. "I really wish you could be more like her.""Like who?" I questioned with furrowed brows ."Kaitlyn!" He yelled.This wasn't the first time he'd mention that to me though."If you loved her that much, you should have never left her." I said and his face twisted to something terrifying."What did you just say?" He questioned.I was sick and tired of him thinking he could boss me about."I have somewhere to be Mark. I really don't have time for this." I said, about to leave when he thrust me back onto the bed."You're going to your stripper's lodge again aren't you. To sleep with men again isn't it?""I told you I'm sleeping with nobody. It's to make money. And you know it's the money I get out of it that I use to susta

VALENTINA'S POV"How is she?" I was hearing voices."You can rest assured. There are no severe damages. She just needs to rest and in a couple days will be up on her feet.""Matteo." I heard the authoritative tone of a man's call. "Yes, Don.""What about him?" The don, as I heard he was called, questioned."He has been locked up in the confinement room for now." Matteo said, and from the voice I could tell it was the man from before. "What about her?""She's good. Just waiting for her to wake up." The don said.I was too weak to open my eyes, even though I was fully awake."I'll leave the boy to you. Don't kill him, yet." The don stated before I heard footsteps distancing. Then a breeze of masculine cologne wafted into my nostrils, I had to hold myself from moaning. "I guess, I didn't warn you enough, if you refused to run at the first hint." He said, and his voice, like stone dipped into water. That was how low and gruff it was. It sent shivers down my spine that I nearly shivered

Mateo's povThey all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.Jonathan cleared his throat before leaning in. “She won't be caught wandering around. Besides, it would look like an ordinary painting to her. She would never know what it contains, right, don?”Everyone who had their attention on Jonathan turned to me, waiting for me to speak and I gave them what they wanted to hear.“The painting is right where I want it. Who would wander right in

Russo's povApart from my phonk playlist, the kind of music I enjoy listening to are the sound of metal scratching against the wall, the sound of a gun when it goes off and most certainly the blood-curdling screams of my victims. I gripped his jaw one last time, staring at him squarely in the face. “The tattoo on your chest is from the Al Aziz Brotherhood. Who sent you? Ah Kash? How is your older brother?”“Fuck you!” He spat his blood on my face.“Wrong answer!” I drove my knife into the same spot I had been stabbing for a while on his lap and his screams filled my ears.“Jesus!” Mark shivered as I turned my gaze on him. “Jesus isn't here with you, dear Mark, I am.” I wiped my face with the kerchief Marcus offered me.He tried to get off the chains by binding his hands but he couldn't. They were too tight. “Did you really think you could escape?” I grabbed a chair and took a seat in front of him.“Hey, man. I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go.” Mark's eyes darted aro