All Chapters of Dark Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Silvano The safe house is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside and Mirella’s steady breathing against my chest. She’s half-draped over me on the couch, still naked, her fingers idly tracing one of the newer scars on my abdomen. Even in the afterglow, her touch feels like both comfort and accusation. I stare at the ceiling, jaw tight. The confession I gave her earlier about working with her father has been sitting between us like a live grenade. She hasn’t pushed yet, but I can feel her stubborn mind turning it over, looking for weaknesses. “You said you worked with my father,” she says suddenly, voice low but sharp. “Tell me what that really means, Silvano. No more half-truths. If I’m going to be tangled up with you, I want to know exactly how stained your hands are.” I let out a slow breath. Most men would lie or deflect. But with her, the darkness feels like something I need to show. She needs to see the monster and still choose to stay. “I wasn’t always Silenzio,”

Silvano The summons from Don Marco comes at 11:47 p.m., exactly the kind of hour designed to remind you that you’re not in control. The message is short, coded, and impossible to ignore. I stare at the screen for a long moment, then tuck the phone away. My stitches are still fresh, my body heavy with exhaustion, but weakness is not an option tonight. I change into a clean black shirt, strap on my holster, and swallow two painkillers dry. The mirror shows a man who looks like he’s been dragged through hell and back. Good. Let them see the cost. Tiziano leans against the doorway as I prepare to leave. “You sure you’re up for this?” “I don’t have a choice,” I reply, checking the magazine in my gun. “If I skip it, they’ll send someone to drag me in. Better to walk in myself.” He doesn’t argue. We both know how this world works. The drive to the old industrial warehouse on the eastern edge feels longer than usual. Every bump in the road sends fire through my side, but I keep my fac

Silvano I move through the shadows of the university dormitory complex like I belong there. The injury in my side pulls with every step, but I ignore it. Pain is nothing. Weakness is unacceptable. I reach the third-floor balcony of the wing where Mirella stays with her friends and hoist myself up quietly. The lock on her window gives way under my tools in seconds. She is alone in the room when I slip inside. The other girls must be out. Good. I need her undivided. Mirella spins around from her desk the moment she hears me. Her eyes widen first with shock, then narrow in that familiar flash of defiance. “You have lost your mind,” she hisses, keeping her voice low. “This is my dormitory. My friends sleep right next door. If any of them walk in—” “Then they’ll learn quickly not to interfere.” I cross the room and pull her against me, one hand gripping her waist. The movement tugs at my stitches, but I refuse to show it. “I told you I’m done waiting for you to come to me.” She shov

Mirella Rain lashes against the dormitory window as I pace the small room, phone clutched tightly in my hand. It’s been two days since Silvano last slipped through that same window, and the silence from him is driving me insane. I hate how much I notice his absence. I hate how my body still remembers the way he pinned me down and told me I was his like it was inevitable. The encrypted phone finally vibrates. Silvano: Rooftop access. Fifteen minutes. Don’t make me wait. I stare at the message, irritation flaring hot in my chest. He really thinks he can just summon me whenever he wants. The rooftop access door is unlocked when I reach it. Rain pours down heavily, soaking me the second I step outside. Silvano stands near the edge, dark coat clinging to his broad shoulders, looking every bit the dangerous predator he is. “You’re late,” he says, voice low and rough as he turns to face me. I cross my arms, rain dripping down my face. “And you’re delusional if you think I’ll come run

SilvanoThe rain has stopped, but the city still glistens under streetlights as I stand on the rooftop across from the dormitory. My binoculars rest heavy in my hands. From here, I can see the faint glow of her window on the third floor. She’s probably studying, arguing with her notes the way she argues with me — stubborn, brilliant, unrelenting.I should leave. I should be meeting with Ciro to discuss how we’re feeding Luciano more information. Instead, I’m here again. Watching. Waiting. Like a dog chained to a post it refuses to leave.This is what she’s done to me.I lower the binoculars and lean against the concrete ledge, jaw clenched so tight it aches. I am Silenzio. I have killed men for looking at me wrong. I have burned families alive on orders and slept like a baby afterward. Emotion was a weakness I carved out of myself years ago.Until her.Mirella Salviati.The daughter of the man I once took orders from. The girl I was supposed to put a bullet in. Now she’s the only thin