All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Short Story ): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria’s POV: “Stay. Away. From. Me.” I choked out the words, stepping back as he shut the door behind him. I just wanted to be back at Bellmere. I didn’t want to be in this prison anymore. I continued retreating until my back finally hit the unyielding wall. Fuck. I was trapped. “I can’t, Aria.” Wolfe shook his head, not breaking his advance until he was all I could see. “I’ve tried to wash you from my head, to purge you from my heart. Nothing works.” “You’re scaring me,” I whispered, the last of my space vanishing. I could feel his breath ghost across my skin—the final, fragile barrier between us. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was a low breath as his fingers traced my hairline, tucking a strand behind my ear. My entire body trembled. “I just—” He paused, his eyes searching mine. I saw a flicker of remorse, but it was drowned by a tidal wave of confusion. The gun he had pointed at my head when he was threatening my father. The table exploding into splinter

Kade’s POV: Ivy had finally gone in to meet Lucas, leaving me and Keisha in the car. My fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the steering wheel as I waited for her signal. An awkward silence hung heavy in the air, with Keisha sitting in the back seat. My mind raced, playing out every possible scenario. Was this a wild goose chase? Did Lucas actually know anything about Wolfe’s whereabouts, or were we just wasting precious time? But beneath it all was a constant, gnawing worry for Aria. Sure, she’d hurt me. She’d hidden so much. And under normal circumstances, Wolfe wouldn't have a reason to hurt the mother of his child... but my gut was screaming that this wasn't a normal circumstance. This was a deep, unsettling fear for her safety. And it wasn't jealousy talking. This was different. It was a cold dread, wondering if she was even safe wherever he’d taken her. Then came the conflicting thought, the one that twisted everything: What if she didn’t want to be saved? What if

Kade’s POV “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, shuffling backward, his head shaking in a frantic, silent NO. “Boyyy.” Keisha dragged out the word, pulling the gun from her back pocket with a threatening clack. “If you don’t start talking…” “Just tell us where Wolfe took Aria, and we walk away,” I said, my voice a calmer counterpoint to her chaos. “I don’t know!” The words tumbled out in a panicked rush as he threw his hands up in surrender. “I swear to God, I don’t!” Just then— *POW!* The gunshot was deafening in the small room. Keisha had fired into the ceiling, sending a shower of dust and plaster raining down. Lucas cried out, clapping his hands over his ears as he dropped to his knees. “I’m sure you don’t want the next one in your leg,” I said, stepping forward, my shadow falling over him. Tears streamed down his face, his whole body trembling. “I swear to you! If I knew where she was, I’d tell you!” Confusion warred with my anger. Was

Kade’s POV: What the hell was he doing here? *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.* The slow, mocking applause echoed in the small room. Lancaster stepped inside, his eyes scanning the scene as Keisha struggled to her feet, blood trickling from her nose. “I see you beat us to it,” Lancaster said, a predatory smile playing on his lips as the clapping ceased. “W-what’s going on?” Lucas stammered from behind me. Lancaster’s gaze never left me as he closed the distance. “We never got a proper introduction, did we?” He extended his hand, the gesture dripping with condescension. “I’m Mr. Lancaster. CEO of WLC Real Estate. But you’ll know me better as Aria’s father.” “I know who you are,” I replied, my voice flat and cold as I ignored his hand. “Good.” His smile widened as he tilted his head toward Lucas. “Then I’m sure you know why I’m here.” My mind raced, trying to piece together how he had possible found us. Before I could form a response, he gave a sharp nod to his men. “Get the

Aria’s POV I had been restless. Restless ever since Wolfe locked me in this..room. Could I even call it a room or a prison? I’d choose the latter cause honestly, that’s what it felt like. I had paced the luxurious rug so much until my feet started aching, collapsed onto the bed until anxiety forced me upright, crying until I was hollow—it was a vicious, exhausting cycle. My mind was a frantic, blank place. I was coming up with nothing. No brilliant plans, no strategies. Just nothing. Nothing clicked. Hope was beginning to feel like a luxury I couldn't afford. It began to seem like I’d never actually get out of here. I began to question myself wondering if I should have just accepted my fate. I finally slid down the side of the bed, sitting on the cold floor. I folded my arms into a makeshift pillow on my knees and let my head drop, the weight of it all crushing me. I had to find a way out, there had to be. And i had to do it before Wolfe returned. Worst part of it