All Chapters of The Darkest Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Yo-you what?" I stuttered, staring at him in disbelief. He must have had a mental illness before now. Why would the Maestro bother to drop me a rose, let of all, come see if I got it? Ridiculous."I said I—" he began to say but I immediately cut him off. "I heard what you said and it doesn't make any sense.""Have it in whatever way you want detective." He dropped one of his hand that was in the air, slowly, as he saw I'd sharpened my gaze at him. He dipped the hand into his pocket and retrieved another black rose, fresh and its thorn neatly plucked. "I got you another and I'd already gotten all the sharp edges out." He said, raising his arm up again, to match the other.My aim on him didn't falter, I made sure to keep my fingers on the trigger as I stared at him, disbelief and confusion knotting in my chest. "You do know I'm set out to kill you?" My voice was low as I noticed the smile on his face dropped and was replaced with a malicious smirk. He let the rose drop from his hand t

My chest heaved as I wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. I took a minute off before I began punching the punching bag again. It went back and forth as I switched to kicking it hard. I should stop visiting her. I'd get Elias to drive her away from the Black Rose, it's too dangerous. But knowing her, she won't back down. I don't even know her so why do I keep sounding like I do? Everything about her was just so familiar. The perfect shape of her face, her plump lips and eyes, and that beautiful red hair. She'd hurt herself the last time I was there, digging her nails so deep into her skin, she bled. Fuck, how sharp were those nails?Her scent was registered in my brain and had done something to me the moment I stepped foot in her house. I wanted to take her away, and have her all to myself. But that'll be stupid. I had a fucking mafia to run. And these stupid thoughts had to go. She was nothing but an officer who didn't know her place.I let my eyes close as I thre

I flung the leather jacket on a chair and walked into the bathroom. It's been so long I used the damn jacket and wearing it kept bringing up memories from that day. The bathroom window faced the street, and through the frosted glass, I caught a glimpse of someone walking below. Something about the way he moved made my stomach drop. That confident stride, shoulders back, like he owned the whole damn world. It was him. What was he doing here? And on my street?I spat out the toothpaste and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My heart was already racing as I pressed my face closer to the window. The figure was moving away, heading toward the darker part of the city. Even from here I could make out his black hair tied to the back, the way his black button-up shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back to idea of leaving this. I grabbed my gun from the nightstand and shoved it into the back of my jeans. My leather jacket was on the chair I left

The day of the ball arrived with gray clouds hanging low over the city, matching the nervous energy that had been building in my chest since I woke up. I'd barely slept, my mind replaying every possible scenario of what could go wrong tonight, every way this could end with me dead in some dark corner of the Velato Hotel. By the time Ava knocked on my door at three in the afternoon, I was already pacing my apartment like a caged animal, my hands shaking slightly every time I thought about walking into that ballroom full of the city's most dangerous people."Ready for your makeover, darling?" Ava whispered as she stepped inside, carrying two large shopping bags and wearing a smile that didn't quite hide the worry in her eyes. She'd brought everything we'd talked about yesterday, the black dress we'd picked out together, the shoes that would make me tall enough to feel confident, the makeup that would help me blend in with women who spent more on their skincare routine than I made in a m

The way he said it made my blood run cold, the implication clear that he knew exactly what kind of circles we were talking about, the dangerous world of organized crime and violence that existed beneath the polished surface of this elegant ballroom, "And what circles might those be?""The kind where asking too many questions can be hazardous to one's health," he replied smoothly, spinning me in a graceful turn that brought us closer together, close enough that I could see the calculating intelligence in his brown eyes, "But don't worry, I don't kiss and tell."Before I could ask what he meant by that, the song ended and he stepped back with another small bow, his smile polite but somehow predatory, "Thank you for the dance, it was delightful."He melted back into the crowd before I could respond, leaving me standing alone on the dance floor with my heart racing and the uncomfortable feeling that I'd just made a very dangerous enemy or perhaps revealed myself to someone who already kne