All Chapters of The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty One: The Phantom’s Return Julian’s blood ran cold. His face went pale, his hands trembling uncontrollably. “You’re supposed to be dead,” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. “How… how did you survive the fall?” “That’s a story for another time, my love,” Leo purred, a charming yet sinister smile playing on his lips. He began to circle Julian, a predator admiring his trapped prey. “It’s been months. You haven’t missed me at all, have you, Julian?” He leaned in close, his fingers brushing through Julian’s hair before gripping his face. Then, Leo kissed him. It wasn’t gentle or loving; it was a deliberate, possessive act. And that cold, unwanted contact was the horrifying confirmation Julian needed…this was no dream. From the corner, Sebastian frowned, his jaw tightening with a flash of raw anger. Leo noticed and pulled away, a smirk on his face as he walked over to Sebastian. “Oh, baby, don’t be jealous. It’s just that Julian and I haven’t seen ea

Chapter Fifty Three: You Are Becoming Cold “You just have to deliver the goods in the trucks. It’s not too difficult, and it’s low-risk for your first mission,” Don Alessandro said, his tone leaving no room for debate. Julian nodded, his jaw tight. This was his first real assignment, and with the small team of men assigned to him, he was determined not to fail. “I disapprove of this!” Caesar’s voice cut through the room as he stood abruptly. “Caesar, I’ve got this, okay?” Julian said, his voice calm but firm, trying to soothe the rising tension. He made his way to the trucks where his men were waiting. They weren’t going far, just outside the city. “Let’s go, guys. We don’t have time to waste,” he ordered, climbing into the passenger seat. But Julian had a problem. He could feel it in the air…the subtle disrespect, the quiet mockery from some of the men. They followed his orders, but their eyes held a challenge, testing the new boss who’d climbed into power through Caesar’s

Chapter Fifty Five: When The Past and Jealousy Burns The cold metal of the gun pressed into his back, stealing Peter’s breath. Fear, sharp and acidic, coiled in his stomach. “Who sent you?” Peter managed to choke out, trying to sound braver than he felt. “If my man finds you, he won’t hesitate to kill you!” The stranger just gave a low, mocking chuckle. The world tilted as Peter was shoved into the back seat of a car, his wrists bound tightly. “You and Julian are just the same, huh? Always running your mouth.” “So you’re taking me to get to Julian? You don’t need all of this!” Peter struggled against the ropes, the rough fibers burning his skin. “Relax, boy. We’ll get there soon,” the man said, his voice a sinister promise. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” After a dizzying drive, the car screeched to a halt. The door was wrenched open, and Peter was dragged out into the cold air. The man now wore a mask, his features completely hidden, making him all the more terrifying.

Chapter Fifty Seven: Let’s Play The Game. The night air was bitingly cold, a sharp wind cutting through Sebastian’s coat as he took a long, slow drag from his cigarette. The ember glowed brightly in the darkness, a tiny beacon of his simmering rage. He stood by his car, clenching the fabric of his coat until his knuckles turned white. A figure detached itself from the shadows, his footsteps silent on the pavement. “I didn’t expect to see you this soon.” “You wanted to see me,” Sebastian shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away. “Now I’m here.” He took a shaky breath, the smoke leaving his lips in a ghostly plume. “A couple of things have been on my mind. I have Peter’s father’s evidence… but I don’t know if I can go through with this revenge against Leo. I… I still kind of love him…” The confession felt like a weakness, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. The man in the shadows didn’t hesitate. “Does he love you, though?” The qu

Chapter Fifty Nine: You Are My Cold Leader The echo of the gunshots died, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. Julian’s eyes were squeezed shut, his body braced for an impact that never came. He hadn't pulled the trigger. He couldn't. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Leo lay on the ground, a dark, spreading pool of blood beneath him. Multiple shots to the chest. He wasn't moving. "He had that coming long enough." The voice came from behind him. Julian spun around to see Caesar, his face like carved stone, his gun still smoking in his hand. "I told you, Julian," Caesar said, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the violence he’d just committed. "I won't let him touch you again." A wave of dizzying relief washed over Julian, so powerful it made his knees weak. But right on its heels came a cold, clawing horror. "Damn it, Caesar!" he lashed out, his voice cracking. "You shouldn't have killed him! Now we'll never know where the evidence is!" In a flash, Caesar was on hi