All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

*Harper*The taste of him clung to my lips. Salt, smoke, something darker I couldn't name.My breath came in short, sharp bursts against his mouth as Rowan slowly pulled back, but only enough to see me. His eyes weren’t just cold, they were hungry.I didn’t move, I just couldn’t.His hand remained on my jaw, fingers spread like he had no intention of letting me go, and his other hand still gripped my hip possessively, as if I had already become his and he was just deciding how he wanted to use me.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“I’m not afraid,” I said, and I wasn’t, but I was trembling for something far more dangerous. Something new in me that screamed to be taken.His mouth tilted in the faintest smirk. “No. But you’re aching.”He turned me again, this time slower. My back pressed against his chest, and I felt the hardness of his body lock mine in place. He didn’t rush. That was the part that made it worse. Every move was mea

*Rowan*The room was cold with intention.It was one of the basement levels beneath the east wing. No windows, no light but a single, dim bulb that hung like a noose from the ceiling. The floor was concrete, stained with old memories, and the walls were thick enough that not even screams could escape. I had made sure of that.Lance was tied to a chair in the center. Arms strapped, ankles bound, shirtless. His breathing was erratic, the panic setting in now that the shock had worn off.He’d been here for hours. Left alone in the silence with nothing but his own racing thoughts and the soft hum of the bulb above. I’d learned over the years that silence, not violence, broke men faster. They always imagined worse than what was coming.Except now. He had no idea of what I was prepared to do.When I stepped into the room, he looked up fast, eyes bloodshot. Fear swelled in his pupils. The sight of his pants dark with piss on them only made me see t

*Harper*Life after Rowan was different. I went back to the university, back to home, back to my routines, but something within me felt strange, like I had just woken up from a strange dream.I sat at the small breakfast table, spooning cereal into my mouth mechanically, watching as milk swirled at the bottom of the bowl. Carol passed behind me humming some pop song under her breath, the scent of her jasmine perfume trailing in the air.Sophia wasn’t humming.She stomped into the kitchen in her heeled boots, arms crossed, face tight with irritation. Her usual flawless makeup was slightly smudged beneath her eyes, like she hadn’t slept much. “Have you heard from Lance?” she asked, skipping any kind of greeting.I looked up slowly, setting the spoon down. “No. Why?”She rolled her eyes dramatically. “He hasn’t replied to my texts. He didn’t show up at the coffee place he asked me to go to before class, and he’s not answering his phone either.”

*Harper*The morning felt almost normal.I walked through the university gates with a coffee in hand, the sun warming my skin, chatter echoing from the different areas. Students moved around me like nothing had changed, with their heads down, earbuds in, the rhythm of college life humming on like it hadn’t changed.But I had.I tried to focus in class; I took notes, answered a few questions, even managed to laugh softly at a professor’s dry joke about contracts and the devil. The irony wasn’t lost on me.Still, everything felt off. Not in a way anyone else could notice, but in the way the air tasted. The way my heart beat faster at every unexpected noise. I was looking over my shoulder now. Listening for footsteps behind me.And the fact that Lance had just disappeared from the world did not go unnoticed, and at some point, I would have to ask Rowan about it. Not because I cared about him, or I felt pity about Sophia. No. It was to know what

*Harper*I woke up before the alarm, tangled in sheets that felt too crisp, too untouched, like they’d belonged to a ghost version of me, one with no future.The light from the sun filtered through the curtains, it was soft and golden, but it didn’t warm me. Everything about the room felt smaller, less … me.Downstairs, I could already hear footsteps. My stepfather’s heavy walk, my stepmother’s light shuffle, and Sophia’s voice, which was sharp, hushed, and irritated.I dressed quickly. A soft knit sweater, jeans, the kind of outfit that made me look like I was normal. As I came down the stairs, Sophia was pacing by the door, her phone clutched in both hands, her brows furrowed in frustration.“There you are,” she snapped as soon as she saw me. “Tell me the truth now. You said something to him, didn’t you?”I blinked. “What?”“Lance,” she said, her tone was accusatory. “He hasn’t texted me in days. He’s not answering. Not posting. Not