Twisted Obsession: The Mafia's obsession. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

SiennaWorking for eight days straight has to be a violation of my human rights—except I can’t sue anyone but myself. Even my own boss had been telling me to rest. But if I, Sienna Carter, didn’t get to the bottom of this story and publish it, today would have been a bad day for me. I would’ve been at home, rotting away, still thinking about how I could be finishing the story.I smiled to myself, bobbing my head to the cool music playing in the bar I had just stepped into. My gaze swept across the room, and I can’t lie—maybe I overdid it. I wanted to celebrate my milestone in journalism, but instead, I may have just walked into a place where I’d blow my entire paycheck in one sitting.The atmosphere was smooth, almost too refined to be a bar—at least not the kind I was used to. Different corners had different vibes, different themes, different drinks. Naturally, I headed for the coolest one, the darkest one. Fitting since I was a crime journalist, anyway.I nodded at the bartender and

SiennaI glared at the man—whose name I still didn’t even know—untied me. My anger simmered, but exploding felt pointless when the person I was furious with was watching me like this was exactly the reaction he expected.The moment my hands were free, a dull ache spread through my wrists. I ignored it, along with the lingering soreness between my legs, and pushed myself up.Big mistake.The second my feet hit the rug, my legs buckled, and I collapsed right back onto the bed. Heat rushed to my face as I yanked the covers over me, hoping to bury the embarrassment along with myself. But no matter how deep I tried to disappear, I felt him—felt every reminder of what we’d just done, the ache throbbing between my thighs.And him?He said nothing.Just let me wallow in my humiliation, watching in silence while I struggled to figure out what the hell came next.Do I just leave?Say nice to meet you?Ask for his damn name?No. Screw that. I was angry.I spent the entire time tied up, unable to

SiennaThe weight of what had just happened crashed down on me.I had basically been kidnapped.Shoved into a luxurious car with a mafia leader—or gang leader—or whatever the hell he was—the man I hooked up with last night.And now? I couldn’t escape.The more I stared out the window, the more civilization faded away. Buildings turned to empty roads. Roads turned to nothing. No people. No signs of life.A cold dread crept up my spine. My mind reeled.This year was supposed to be my fresh start. I wanted to make my life better.Instead, I’d walked straight into my own grave.I turned to the man beside me. I still didn’t know his name.Tears I hadn’t realized were there slipped down onto my lap. I caught my reflection in the tinted glass—I looked like a mess."Sir." My voice was barely a whisper.I made myself small, curling in on myself. What was he going to do to me?Flash after flash of horror filled my mind. Trafficking? Murder? We were in the middle of nowhere. No one would ever fi

SiennaWhat the hell. What the actual hell is going on?I was lying flat on the cold bathroom floor, heart crashing against my ribcage like it wanted to rip through my skin. My palms burned as I pushed the bathroom door shut, quietly, cautiously—like even the sound of breath could give me away. My mind was sprinting faster than my feet ever could.I’m not dying here. Not in this place. Not like this. Not after being stupid enough to go look for one night stand again. Thirty minutes ago, I was pacing the room like a caged animal, staring at the same four walls I'd already memorized twice over. Trying to plot my escape out of here, That’s when I noticed it—another door. Not the bathroom. Different. Smaller. Tucked somewhere in the walk in closet like it didn’t want to be found or wasn't meant to be foundCuriosity did what curiosity always does. It dragged me by the throat.I moved—just a step. Just one.CRACK.A gunshot. A real one. The wall beside me splintered open, the bullet car

SiennaI pulled my dress back on with trembling hands, my skin still tingling from where his fingers had touched, where his eyes had wandered. It shouldn’t have felt the way it did. Not after what I’d just survived. Not after being soaked in blood—real or not.I turned away from him, from the heat still simmering in the air, and stared out the car window. It was the only thing I could do—look and pretend like I wasn’t unraveling inside.That man—who still hadn’t told me his name—was walking toward the group of people tied down like animals. But my breath still caught when he kicked the first man- his man in the leg—hard. The guy collapsed like a puppet cut from its strings. I flinched, eyes going wide.He was so calm when he held me earlier. So gentle when he touched my skin, stripped me of my clothes, checked my body like he owned every inch of it. And now he was unrecognizable—brutal, cold, merciless.The others—four men and a woman—stood frozen. I could almost feel their confusion