All Chapters of The Kingpins Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY-THREEGrizzly’s face contorted into that of sheer hatred and anger as he charged into me once more, cursing Russian slurs at yours truly.But I’ve always been quick on my feet, with a burst of energy, I swayed past Grizzly in a blur. He might have been big, but he was slow, and his cockiness was his biggest weakness. He swung again, a wild haymaker meant to end the fight, but I saw it coming a mile away.I ducked under his arm, slipping to his left, and landed a quick jab to his liver with my left hook, giving it everything I got stored up. He gasped, feeling the shockwave of my punch travel through his entire nervous system and he went down on one knee, clutching his sides. The crowd went crazy as the ref begun the count down.“1…2….3….4…”“Get up you bastard!!”“Get up!!!”“I’ve got money on the line here!!!”Came the angry chorus of spectators. Some booing, some whooping.“Finish him swiper!!”“swiper!!”Another score

CHAPTER FORTY-FOURLorenzo was nursing on a cigar, puffing smoke into the air lazily as he reclined into the couch, his right leg crossed above his left leg.Vincenzo, on the other hand was drinking whiskey, the liquid swirling in the glass as he lifted it up. He was a terrifying figure in the underworld, there wasn’t a soul out there who didn’t know about the callous Kingpin of the New York Brawlers, and his most loyal right-hand man, and brother, Lorenzo. Most would have trembled in their presence, but not me.I kept my face neutral and my attitude disinterested, choosing to remain quiet in the presence of these men. Suddenly Vincenzo pushed off the chair, walking round the desk with slow strides, his right hand in his pocket, until he stood only a few steps away from me. His height towered over mine by just a few inches, but I held his scrutinizing gaze. “You did well, Luke. You gained me a lot of money tonight.” Vincenzo chuckled, his baritone voice, a cool

I sat back in my chair, a cold chill running down my spine. I hadn’t been there that night, but Lorenzo told me all about it—a reckless ambush outside one of Vincenzo’s clubs. A car screeched to a stop, guns flared, and Stefano had been caught in the crossfire. He was lucky to walk away with his life. But “lucky” didn’t mean unscathed.Vincenzo spoke again, his voice strained. “It was too close. Too fucking close. One bullet grazed his shoulder. Another shattered the glass right by his head.” His hand tightened as though he were straining the neck of an enemy unseen, knuckles turning white. “It reminded him of... her.”I didn’t need him to say her name. Their mother. She’d been killed in a similar drive-by years ago, her life snuffed out by a bullet meant for their father. Stefano had been just a boy, but he’d seen everything.“It’s not just fear,” Vincenzo added with a tired sigh. “It’s guilt too. He blames himself, like he could’ve done something to stop it.” He scoffed. “He was jus

Or rather, someone was on my mind. Lena. Since that night at the warehouse, I’ve kept my distance for the mean time. I took Lorenzo’s advice. Simply throwing her into a world with no breakpad would scare her away, and I didn’t want that. It’s just been a few days, but goddamit, it's been hell. I wanted her so badly, it felt like a charm had been cast on me, and it took every form of restraint I had to stay away. But I couldn’t. That woman was driving me mad. Every night I stood up painting her in all the positions I could think of, different positions I wanted to put her in, but memory and imagination were not enough, I needed to feel her presence physical.“Work?” Nancy asked. Her voice pulling me out of my own head.Nancy let out a soft laugh, leaning back. “You know, you should really learn to relax. Maybe that’s why I’m here,” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “To help you unwind.”I didn’t miss the dark cold of desire brewing in her blue eyes

WARNING: extremely steamy content ahead.My breath hitched as my grip on the edge of the door tightened. Do I step aside and let him in? Or do I send him away?I wet my lips, gulping down the knot in my throat. “What are you doing here?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.His lips quirked up into a devilish smile as he leaned closer, but there was no humor in it. “I just couldn’t stay away. Cara mia.” He confessed, his baritone voice sending a shiver up my spine—not from fear, but from something else entirely. I was not expecting him to be there. Heck! I still couldn’t believe he was there. His presence dominated the cramped hall way. His dark eyes finally fell on the metal bat in my hands and his smile stretched, although it did not reach his eyes, the smile was coy. “Aren’t you going to invite me in, Bella?”I swear, it all felt like a damn dream. “W-why are you here Vincenzo?” “Why don’t you let me in first, and I’ll tell you…” h