Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter Forty-One: The Death Of A King The bedframe slammed against the wall in a brutal rhythm, headboard cracking like it might break. Julian was folded nearly in half, knees hooked over Caesar’s shoulders, hands clawing at the sheets. “Yes…yes…right there…Caesar…” His voice broke on every thrust, loud and desperate, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes because it felt too good, too much. Caesar’s grunts were raw, animal, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Julian’s chest. “Come for me, baby,” he rasped, pounding harder, deeper, until Julian arched off the bed with a shattered cry, spilling hot across his own stomach. Caesar smirked through heavy breaths, slammed in one last time and came with a low, broken groan, filling Julian up, claiming him all over again. He collapsed beside him, chest heaving, and pressed a soft kiss to Julian’s sweaty forehead. “I’ll run us a bath,” he murmured, voice gentle now, like the storm had passed. He was halfway to the bathroom w

Chapter Forty Three: The Resurrection and Coronation The Mafia world was holding its breath. With Don Alessandro gone and Mikhail’s poisonous whispers spreading like a disease, the entire hierarchy felt like it was about to shatter. “Mikhail has been spinning so many lies. You were right, Caesar. He’s going for the throne, claiming it’s time for ‘new blood’.” Enzo handed him a thick file, his expression grim. A slow, cold smile spread across Caesar’s face as he flipped through the pages. “This just proves everything, all along.” “Some key members suggested Mikhail become the new Don in a secret meeting today.” “We got recorders there just in time. Those bastards,” Enzo spat, taking a seat as he fumed. “After everything your father did for them, and they mock his memory.” “Leave them,” Caesar said, leaning back in his chair with a dark chuckle. “They’ll get themselves together when the time is right.” ***** The council meeting was tense. The top members of th

Chapter Forty Five: Hunting The Snake Don Alessandro sat in a dimly lit room, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. He was surrounded by rival Dons, high-ranking captains, and shadowy black-market brokers. On the table between them lay a single directive: Mikhail was a dead man walking. “I want him found,” Don Alessandro’s voice cut through the silence, cold and final. “Anyone who does business with him, anyone who shields him, will be wiped out.” He had placed a king’s bounty on Mikhail’s head, dead or alive. It was the least he could do…a reward for the son who saved his life, and for the boy who meant everything to that son. ***** “How many more days are you going to keep me here, Aiden?” Caesar’s voice was raw, a mix of pain and desperation. “Look, I need you to let me go. You don’t have to listen to my father.” “No, Caesar,” Doctor Aiden replied firmly, checking his vitals. “Your father is already out there, using every resource to find Julian. You need to

Chapter Forty Seven: The Weight of Blood The world became a blur of shouting and frantic movement. Caesar’s men swarmed the basement, their guns drawn, securing the scene in seconds. But Julian couldn’t see them. All he could see was Caesar, pale and still on the cold floor. He clung to him, his sobs muffled against Caesar’s bloody shirt, refusing to let go. “Julian. Julian, look at me.” Enzo’s voice was firm but gentle as he knelt beside him, prying Julian’s shaking hands away. “We have to get him help. Right now.” He held Julian tightly as the men carefully lifted Caesar onto a stretcher and rushed him out. In the speeding car, Julian never let go of Caesar’s hand. He whispered desperate, broken promises into the silence, begging him to hold on, his tears falling onto their clasped hands. When they reached the hospital, it was a whirlwind of controlled chaos. Caesar was rushed away on a gurney, doctors and nurses swarming around him. Doctor Aiden met them at the doors

Chapter Forty Nine: Losing Him To My World “You have to aim with intention,” Don Alessandro instructed, his voice calm and steady. “Do you want to kill, or just wound them? I’d always suggest the first option.” Julian’s hands tightened around the heavy pistol. The cold metal felt foreign, yet a strange, unsettling sense of power surged through him. “This feels so cold,” he murmured, but he didn’t lower the weapon. For weeks, Julian had become a fixture at the Dominic Mansion, his determination to learn the brutal language of the Mafia world hardening with each passing day. Caesar was vehemently against it. Because of this, Julian made sure his hospital visits were constant, but it was never enough for Caesar, who constantly complained about his absence. “Hey, I’m here,” Julian said, walking into Caesar’s room. He forced a bright tone, spotting Peter in the corner. “How have you been? Hey, Peter, been a while, bestie.” “Hey, baby. I miss you so much,” Caesar replied, his e