All Chapters of The Darkest Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

43 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Tell me what you know about the Black Rose." I demanded, my voice firm as I loomed over the suspect seated on the iron chair. We'd apprehended him after a heist at the fifth precinct downtown. He was caught earlier trying to steal a prized possession in the New Haven museum. David had brought him with handcuffed into the station and that's when we noticed he was part of them. The tattoo at the back of his ears had given him away. A black rose. I lowered myself to eye level, my gaze locked onto his. "You will tell me what you know about the Black Rose." I gritted my teeth, struggling to maintain my composure. For the past five minutes, I'd been trying to extract information from him, but he'd remained stubbornly silent. If not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, I would've thought he was dead. I took a deep breath and began to speak in hushed tones, my voice barely audible. "Years ago, I had issues controlling my temper," I brushed his hair back with one my fingers, "I brok

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Chapter 2

He looked up at me with eyes glinting with mischief and a corner of his lips titled up. "You're late,” he said in a low whisper, audible enough for me to hear but barely. He was dressed in black pants and a black button up shirt, with its first buttons left undone and the sleeves folded up to his elbow. He took a step closer, disregarding my statement. "I said 'drop your weapon'!" I shouted, tightening the hold I had on my gun. My legs shook slightly. Out of fear or something else? I wasn’t sure. But it was certain I was scared. I grinded my teeth and aimed the gun in between his eyes ,"I'll shoot! Drop the damn knife." "Dagger,” he corrected, tilting it in between his fingers whilst adjusting his posture a bit," Knife is what you use to butter bread." "Do I look like I fucking care?" I think there wasn't a lot of spite in my last statement because it amused him, broadening his smirk so much—it was a full smile now. He didn't move. Didn't even flinch at the gun aimed between hi

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Chapter 3

It was the morning of the next day and it wasn't in my favour already. My eyes fluttured open with a headache,using my right hand to block the glare from the sun illuminating through my window. I let out a groan, trying to get more sleep. Maybe if I wake up a second time,the pounding ache at the center of my head might just dissapear.But that wasn't the case as my eyelids kepts fluttering and the lovely spirit that orchestrated sleep decided not to come back anymore. With a huff, I flung my legs to the side of my bed and stood up, stifling a yawn whilst trying to make sense of the sheets I was folding and the bed i was making.The air in the bathroom felt tense as I walked in,the door closing shut behind me with a click. Golden-hued lights from the window illuminated the bathroom, so I didn't need to switch on the light. I stared at my reflection in a simple,heart shaped mirror,taking in my familiar features. My skin looked dull,dark circles lurked under my eyes, a constant reminder

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Chapter 4

* It was dark and quiet as I tried to move, sprawling my arms about to try to feel something, anything. A faint scent of woodsmoke tickled my nostrils. I walked slow and steady, taking one step at a time as I searched for anything to help explain or describe where I was. A low hum vibrated through the darkness, growing louder with each step. I felt my heart beat rapidly as I attempted moving. A chilling whisper slithered through the air. I was scared. There wasn't a single flicker of light and a whift of breeze to help identify if I was outside, in a basement, on a roof top or not. As thoughts of murderous and gory information scuttled through my head, I felt myself trip-and fall. I fell forward and expected to land on a hard ground, cringing my already face to get ready for the impact. The hard ground wasn't coming, I was still falling. I wanted to shout but my lips were closed shut. The hum grew into a deafening roar, and the scent of smoke intensified, now acrid and burning. So,

Last Updated : 2025-04-21

Chapter 5: The Maestro

I had expected to meet the bar with at least a customer or two, but it seemed I was the only one still strolling through the city's streets this early in the morning. Well, if you include the bartender, that will make us two. The twin doors at the entrance of the bar had opened with a little ding like the way a bakery or grocery store would do. I tried my best to hide the cringe that threatened to take over as I bought a bottle of alcohol and scanned the entire bar, looking for a good spot to settle in. Spotting one at an extreme corner that was dimly lit and secluded, I took large strides towards it. I settled in as I hoped to be away for an hour or two before I would have to return back to the base and resume my duties. Being the head of the mafia meant politics and maybe less action and violence as you can always have a lackey or someone else do it for you. But that wasn't the case for me. I had grown to enjoy the feel of having my katana against the neck of another, to have my da

Last Updated : 2025-04-30

Chapter 6

This time when I woke up,outside my window wasn't dark anymore and there were no nightmares that had me heaving, sweating and panting. I let out a shuddering breath as I threw the covers off me. My head felt heavy. I had woken up with a pounding headache, the kind that spreads from behind your eyes to the base of your skull. Last night's tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving my skin feeling tight and uncomfortable. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, but sometimes promises are hard to keep when the nightmares come. I still had the grey shirt and black pants I wore to the bar on. It was unnerving; the way the nightmares always hit like I'm having my breath knocked out. And then I find myself at a bar, trying to drink it all away. But it was different this time as I kept on feeling like I was being watched. Slacking my shoulders, I tried to make sense of the past few days. My fingers curled around the sheet I was on as I struggled to think of when I've ever had a sense of nor

Last Updated : 2025-05-04

Chapter 7

I stared at the screen, blood rushing in my ears and my heart skipping a beat. Quickly, I shoved the phone into my pocket and left my hand in there to hide the slight tremor going through me.I glanced around, my eyes scanning the crowd of police officers and forensic techs. Somehow, in the midst of all this chaos, someone was watching me. Someone knew I was here."Laurent! You coming or something what?", Chief Marcus barked, already several places ahead of me. I could swear he was near me a second ago.Outside the warehouse ,the air was cool against my skin. Marcus led me to his unmarked car, leaning against the hood with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face."You want to tell me what you're doing at my crime scene when you're supposed to be on leave?", His voice was low and controlled as he stared down at me.I inhaled a bit and straightened my shoulders, "Sir, with all due respect-""Save it", He said,holding a hand up. "I know you, Laurent. Two weeks away from the job

Last Updated : 2025-05-06

Chapter 8

I felt the hair on my skin stand at the sound of the voice. Deep, husky and rich. For a moment I couldn't move. I felt it. I knew I stopped breathing. But still, somehow, my heart kept beating, rapidly. I felt him behind me, tall and still, like a storm waiting to be called. Slowly, I got control of my nerves, my body and turned towards him. I wanted to shut my eyes to whatever I was about to see. I wanted to let the glass slip from my hand into the ground and watch it crash and shatter. Like some sort of distraction, so I could escape, so I could run away from him. Was this how it felt to be around him up close? I was terrified.He was dressed in all black. A silk like shirt with the top unbuttoned just enough to know it was deliberate and a dark suit that fit him too perfectly. His face was sharp and looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. High cheekbones, strong jaw and full lips. A corner of it curving up into a half smirk.He knew. He knew what his prescence had don

Last Updated : 2025-05-08

Chapter 9: The Maestro

Run, my detective. Run. I watched her stand from the stool, using her free hand to bring her dress down to a place of decency. It must have hiked up during our conversation. Not that I had anything against it being far up her thighs. That naughty little dress fit perfectly on her, revealing those curves and swells hidden beneath the police uniform she usually wore. My nose crinkled at the thought of her walking in here with a police uniform instead. Her jaw clenched as she fiddled with the purse in her other hand. She tucked in some hair behind her ear that had fallen across her face and pressed her lips into a thin line at me before turning and walking away. "The officer getting you all whooped up, boss?" Elias slid into the stool she was in and chugged down the drink I'd ordered for her. "What?" I asked as I watched the bartender refill my glass. Boyd was his name and he was an excellent mixologist. One of the reasons why I favored this bar alot. "You look nothing other

Last Updated : 2025-05-11

Chapter 10: The Maestro

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out by this time?" Diego asked as he stalked towards the girl in a black dress. The detective."Mind if we walk you home?" Luke appeared behind her, tracing his fingers down her arm.I watched her freeze as she realized she was cornered by both men on the sidewalk. The dress she had on slipped up her thighs and Diego's gaze fell there. His lips curled into a disgusting smirk and his tongue darted out to lick it. "My my... You are a beauty."Jude took a step back but ended up bumping into Luke, gasping at the impact. "Stay back." She said, stepping to the side and away from them. The slight tremor rolling off her shoulder blades gave her away; she was nervous, afraid some would call it. But my detective wasn't scared. I knew what fear was and it didn't look like that. She looked like she was weighing her odds, doing the maths drastically in her pretty head. I didn't know how I should feel. It wasn't an execution, it was simply a warning of a sort.

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

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