All Chapters of The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Stop calling me that!” she snapped. “You don’t know me. You don’t know him. You don’t know a fucking thing about what happened in this room.” The younger guard stepped in, tone low. “We understand you’re overwhelmed, but this is standard procedure.” “Don’t patronize me.” “We just need you to cooperate.” “I’m not your fucking lab rat,” she growled, voice shaking. “I’m not some piece of evidence you bag and tag because you can’t make sense of what he is. He didn’t trap me. He didn’t rape me. He didn’t manipulate me. He fucking loved me. And I stayed.” “Regardless of how you feel,” the older agent said, steel in his voice now, “you’re coming with us.” “Take her.” The younger one moved first. He didn’t touch her violently. He didn’t manhandle her. But the second his hand wrapped around her arm, something inside her snapped. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” she screamed, jerking away. “Where the fuck are you taking me? Where?!” “To a safehouse.” “What does that even mean

She kept going until they shoved her inside the new space—white walls, buzzing lights, the sterile scent of control—and that’s when she really lost it. “No,” she said, voice a whisper of pure hell. “No no no no no. I’m not staying here. I don’t care how many soldiers you throw at me, I’m not staying here.” One of them reached for the cuffs on her wrists. She spun toward him, teeth bared like a fucking wolf. “Back the fuck off. I’m not some glass doll you can wrap in cotton and keep quiet. I’m not going to lie on a table while you dissect everything I am because you’re too fucking scared to understand it.” She took one more step. “I will burn this whole place down before I give you a single piece of him. Do you understand me? I’ll rip the walls apart with my teeth if I have to. You think you can control this? You think locking me up will make me forget him? She was crying again. She didn’t even try to stop. Her mouth trembled but her voice didn’t. “You dragged me out

Her legs kicked, thrashing wildly even though her ankles were locked to the frame. “Dominic will kill you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I swear to God, the second he finds out what you’re doing, he will rip you apart with his bare fucking hands. He will carve your name into the floor with your bones. He will—” “Oh, he’ll find out,” the man said smoothly. “That’s the point. Every scream. Every bruise. Every moment I spend with you will be fed straight to him in pieces. We’ll start small. A recording here. A photo there. A whisper down the chain. I’ll make sure he knows exactly how soft your skin is. How your voice breaks when you beg. How your nipples stiffen from fear.” “You’re not going to fucking touch me,” she screamed, her throat ripping open. “You’re not going to lay a fucking finger on me! Do you hear me?! You touch me and he will fucking end you! You touch me and I swear—” He chuckled and straightened. “I don’t have to touch you,” he said, backing away like he’d al

The man outside gestured toward the basement steps. “Take him below,” he said. “Let him watch. Let him hear what we do to his precious girl. One piece at a time.” The guards yanked Dominic from the car, dragging him toward the door. But he didn’t struggle. He smiled. Because they didn’t realize it yet. They were already dead. Every single one of them. They just hadn’t stopped breathing long enough to understand what that meant. Not yet. He didn’t resist. He walked like a man going to war, eyes locked on the entrance ahead, calculating every step, every guard, every blind corner. They thought he was powerless. They were wrong. He could already see the cracks in their plan. He just needed to find her. “You’re making a mistake,” Dominic said, his voice calm, measured, but laced with lethal promise. “You think you’ve done something clever. You think grabbing me like this is going to break me. But let me tell you something, and listen carefully because I don’t

The man on the phone smirked and didn’t even glance at him. “You’re not in charge anymore, Dom. This time, we decide what happens to her. Not you.” Dominic’s voice rose again, deeper, more furious than anything that had ever left his throat. “She is mine!” he roared. “You want to hurt me? You want to make me watch? Fine. But the second you touch her, you sign your own fucking death warrant.” He turned fully, facing them now, blood dripping from his wrists, chains taut like they could snap any second. “I will not just kill you. I will erase you. You won’t get a funeral. You won’t get a name. I will burn every file that ever said you existed and piss on the ashes.” But the man on the phone just chuckled. “Too late.” Then he raised the volume on his phone. And through the speakers, Dominic heard her sob. “No. Please don’t—please don’t touch me—Dominic—” He slammed forward again, this time so hard the steel ring around his cuff cracked against the wall. The screen sh