All Chapters of Twisted Obsession: The Mafia's obsession.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sienna“Please, help! I promise, whatever you think I am, I'm not. Please, help me!”The words came tumbling out before I could stop them. My heart was pounding so hard that I could barely think straight. I tried to make sense of what was happening, but my mind kept jumping from one possibility to another.Who would kidnap me?Had Adrian finally lost whatever restraint he had left? After the message he'd sent, perhaps this was his way of reminding me that he could get to me whenever he wanted.But I couldn't bring myself to say his name.There were too many people who could be after me.What if it was the reverend? My report about him had been daring enough to attract the wrong attention. What if one of his cult members had finally come for me?But that didn't make much sense either. No one had connected him directly to me, and the matter hadn't even been settled. My HOD had told me I would have to testify alongside the director, but thankfully, I wasn't the only one who refused. The

SiennaI watched my brother tremble on the ground, his hands raised beside his head. The gun that had been pointed at him earlier had been replaced with a stick, but that didn't seem to make much difference to him.“Why did you hang up the call?” Mug asked. “The boss is worried.”“Because I can't speak to him with my brother here. I don't want him hearing that I'm involved with you people.”Mug glanced at Reynold, who was still crouched on the ground, his lips moving as he whispered apologies and pleas.“Look at him. He can't even hear us over his own fear.”“You'd be surprised how much he's hearing.” I turned back to Mug. “Please, hold me a little more properly so I can act accordingly. Just say something like you've kidnapped the wrong person, then drop us off by the roadside or something.”He stared at me, looking thoroughly exhausted by my suggestions.I couldn't blame him. This whole situation had started with a misunderstanding, and now I was making it worse with my attempts to

Sienna“What now?” I asked as we entered the penthouse.Adrian loosened his tie and began removing his jacket. “What do you mean, Sienna?”“Are we going to have sex and pretend everything is fine? Pretend I want you and you want me, and that's all?”“Sienna, I brought you here to talk.”“I don't believe you.”I walked past him and headed for the couch, stopping by the window. Outside, the city lights stretched into the distance, but I barely noticed them. My reflection stared back at me from the glass.Behind me, I heard Adrian let out a quiet sigh.He removed his suit jacket and headed toward the bedroom. I watched him disappear down the hallway, waiting for him to say something, anything, that might convince me he wasn't simply dismissing me.He didn't. He just kept mute.“You're just going to ignore me because I'm something you need to play with, right?”He said nothing.I heard him moving around in the bedroom, and my fingers curled against my palms. He was really going to do this

SiennaShit. Would I ever be able to resist this man?I closed my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts and feelings of wanting him.But I couldn't resist him. I couldn't think of a reason to make things sour between us. I had tried for a month. I was stuck. I liked Adrian more than I had ever imagined I would, and that was becoming a problem.Was I going to leave him? I asked myself again. I searched my mind for an answer, but nothing came. I couldn't even convince myself that walking away was what I wanted.I was screwed.Was I ready to give up journalism for a man who could be a womanizer, someone who might dump me or even have me killed at the slightest mistake?No...Journalism was the one thing that had given me peace. It had given me a way to fight for justice, something I had struggled to find for most of my life. It was how I had finally put my father's killer behind bars and given my mother and brother the peace of mind they had deserved for years.I couldn't throw all that

Sienna“Has anyone found out who the hell Firecracker is and what that message means?” my HOD asked as everyone sat around the meeting table. I kept my eyes down, avoiding everyone’s gaze.“I was thinking it might be the name of another gang,” my colleague Bri suggested.“Do you think an ordinary gang would do something like that? This is a fully organised crime operation. To be honest, I'm both surprised and unsurprised. A doctor who could carve his initials into a patient's skull has to be involved with some big guns in the mafia. He belongs there, considering the level of audacity he has. What truly makes me angry is that he might not receive any sentence for his actions. At the rate the police are handling this, he's going to slip away.”And this was finally where I could shine.“When I went to the police station earlier this morning and had a quick interview with the inspectors, they kept saying they had no real comments except to reassure the public that they were working on the