Todos os capítulos de The Don's Dirty Obsession : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“You think you’re still playing both sides, don’t you?”Falcone’s words slithered into Cedric’s ear like smoke, warm breath ghosting over his skin in the dark bedroom. Cedric froze, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted to punch its way out. He tried to roll away, but falcone’s arm tightened across his waist, heavy and unyielding, pinning him in place like he belonged there.“Falcone…” Cedric started, voice still wrecked from everything they’d just done.“Shh.” falcone pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, almost gentle, which somehow made it worse. “Sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”Cedric lay there stiff as a corpse, staring at the ceiling long after falcone’s breathing evened out into sleep. The platinum necklace felt like a fucking collar now, the tracker pressing cold against his collarbone with every shallow breath. He waited until the room was dead quiet, then carefully slipped out from under falcone’s arm.The penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the air condit

Cedric knelt beside his mother, still holding her trembling hands. “Ma, breathe. Just breathe. We’ll figure this out.”Linda Santos stared at Ray’s bleeding body on the floor, the frying pan lying beside him like evidence. “I didn’t mean to… he was going for Lily. I had to stop him.”“I know,” Cedric said, voice tight. “You protected her. That’s what matters.”Before he could say more, heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway. The broken door creaked wider. Falcone walked in like he owned the place, dressed in a sharp black suit that looked straight out of a business meeting. Two of his men followed right behind him, faces blank, eyes scanning the room.Cedric shot to his feet. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you I’d handle this alone.”Falcone’s gaze swept over the blood, the broken furniture, and landed on Lily still curled in the corner. His expression stayed unreadable. “You’re not handling anything alone anymore, Cedro. Not this.”He turned to his men and gave a short nod

Cedric crept out of the penthouse at 3 AM, moving as quietly as he could. His bare feet barely made a sound on the cold marble floor. He left his phone on the nightstand on purpose. If falcone woke up and checked it, at least he wouldn’t be tracked right away. The elevator ride down felt like forever. His heart wouldn’t stop racing. Marcus’s text kept flashing in his mind, partner shot, spine, ICU. All because of that fake Red Hook location falcone had forced him to send.Outside, he flagged down the first cab he saw and gave the driver the address of the abandoned parking garage on the far west side. The whole ride he kept glancing over his shoulder, half expecting one of falcone’s black SUVs to appear behind them.The garage was pitch black except for a single car with its headlights cutting through the darkness. Marcus was already there, pacing like a caged animal. His white shirt was stained dark with blood that clearly wasn’t his own.Cedric stepped out of the cab, nerves tight.

Cedric pushed through the door of the small coffee shop, the bell jingling above his head. The place was crowded and achingly ordinary, full of people laughing and typing on laptops like the world wasn’t complete shit. Marcus sat at a table by the window wearing a soft grey sweater that made him look younger, softer, like the untouchable soccer captain Cedric used to pine after in high school. “You actually came,” Marcus said, standing halfway as Cedric dropped into the chair across from him. “Yeah. Here I am.” Cedric grabbed the coffee already waiting for him. Black. At least he remembered that. “Nice sweater. You trying to look normal or something?” Marcus gave a tired smile. “Figured we could both use five minutes of normal.” They started talking about nothing. Marcus bitched about his favorite soccer team choking again last weekend, calling the coach a useless prick. Cedric told him about the pit bull he saved at the clinic yesterday, how the dog was half dead and covered in sc

Cedric lost all sense of time in that fucking penthouse. Three days. No phone, no windows that opened, no contact with the outside world. Just falcone.Falcone waking him up with rough hands and a mouth that didn’t ask permission. Falcone fucking him against the kitchen counter while breakfast got cold. Falcone pinning him to the shower wall, whispering filthy things in his ear until Cedric came so hard he saw stars. Falcone holding him afterward like he was something precious and breakable at the same time. Over and over until Cedric didn’t know where his own body ended and falcone’s began. Until the only word that made sense anymore was “yes.”By the third night, Cedric woke up alone in the massive bed, sheets twisted around his naked legs. The spot beside him was cold. His body ached in ways that felt both good and sickening. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, and wandered through the dark penthouse looking for the man who owned him.Falcone stood on the balcony in the pouring rai