All Chapters of The Kingpins Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I’d barely gotten a wink of sleep last night, how could I? I didn’t even have it in me to attend lectures, fortunately for me, the classes for today had been canceled. But, in all honesty, I was scared to leave my home all together. I watched as the hours ticked by, 7am, 8am, 9am, 10, 11, 12…I spent the rest of my day in a haze, haunted by Vincenzo’s choice that he had forced on me. I thought of all the ways out- perhaps I could sell some stuff, ask for help from some people I know, or even disappear entirely. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it becomes that if Vincenzo wanted to find me at the bottom of the sea, he would find me. I couldn’t run even if I wanted too. And I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on the run.My gaze fell on the business card that sat in my left hand while my phone was held in the other. The sleek black-and-gold lettering felt like mockery of my situation. Each passing minute felt like the devil was breathing down my neck, rem

As I poured myself a glass of whiskey, I studied Lorenzo closely. He’d never been one to dress up in tailored suites like the rest of us, he so often opted for an everyday casual look. He had a confident smile playing at the corner of his lips as he crossed a leg over another, leaning back into the couch as he held the glass in his hand against the celling lights, the gilded glow reflecting the content of the glass as he swirled the drink around. His skin was lightly tanned, and his jawline sharp, accentuated by the neatly trimmed stubble. Unlike my bigger build, Lorenzo was lean but strong. His gaze was calm, yet intense, and his dark, wavy hair was styled back with a few strands falling over his forehead. Just like any made-man, he had his own tattoos, tattoos he wore with pride. A sleeve tattoo on his left arm were a blend of nature, geometry, and symbolism as well as his iconic knuckle tattoos of the _NY BRAWLERS_ grafted onto them. The sleeve tattoo snaked

6VINCENZO’S POVAcross the city, back in my home, I set my phone down on the edge of the large, paint-splattered table. My hands stained with shades of red. I stepped back to admire the half complete painting before me, wondering what was missing, the brush still in my hand. My gaze narrowed scrutinizing as I studied the subject. It was Lena. Her naked body laid in my bed, her red hair sprawled around her. This was the first night we’d been together. A fucking masterpiece.I had committed every of her feature to memory, but something was still missing. Perhaps I needed to make her hair redder. The past few days, I’d been thinking more and more of her, so much so that I’d picked up my brush. It wasn’t lost on me how much I’d let this woman occupy my mind.To be honest, I hadn’t expected to receive her call so late at night. But it was a pleasant surprise. Not many people knew this about the infamous Boss of the New York Brawlers, but painting and photography were the

My heart was pounding faster now, but panic wasn’t an option. I drew in a deep breath, focusing on what I could do now, but his grip only tightened. “That’s enough!” the man that held me barked. His breath reeked. Seizing this opportunity, I mercilessly planted my knee into his crotch, and he cried, but the tenacious bastard still held unto me like a tic.“Argh!!” he cried out. Seizing the opportunity once again, I dropped my weight, shifting my hips to throw him off balance. Just enough to make him stumble, and I stumped down hard on his foot and he finally let go. Once I was free, I spun, delivering a sharp kick to his stomach, and he doubled over, gasping, but before I could finish the job, Mr. gorilla-stance charged me.I ducked under his swing, landing a quick jab to his gut, but Baldy was already up, and coming at me. I swear the guy was like a cockroach that just kept coming back no matter how many times I stomped on him. He got lucky this time though, his fist c

LENA’S POVEarlier this morning, a package suddenly appeared at my front door. It was odd, because I know for a fact that I hadn’t ordered anything lately. The delivery guy didn’t even tell me what or whom it was for. It was a black box with silver ribbons on it and a note that simply read. “…wear this”No explanation, no return address, no nothing. I should have been more suspicious about it all, but my curiosity got the best of me. And I swear, words couldn’t quite explain the shock I’d been in when I opened it up to see the most beautiful dress I did ever see in it. Not to mention it was branded, something I couldn’t afford even in my wildest dreams. It was a glamourous sliver sequin dress, its shiny reflective discs catching the light with every movement. With its sleeveless and open backed style, it was sure to catch the attention of everyone. Something told me it was from Vincenzo. It just had to be from him.10:00pmThe club was still the same. The loud music