บททั้งหมดของ The Darkest Obsession : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"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, where he was trying to steal a prized possession in the New Haven museum. 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’d noticed a black write up at the back of his ear when he was being dragged into one of the cells. And that's when we realized he was a part of them. La Rosa Nera. 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 of my fingers, "I broke my fingers pun

It was the morning of the next day and it wasn't in my favour already. My eyes fluttered 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 go away. But that wasn't the case as my eyelids kept 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 remind

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

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

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