Todos os capítulos de The Don's Dirty Obsession : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The safe house was already engulfed in flames by the time Cedric and falcone’s car screeched to a stop. Orange fire roared up the sides of the building, thick black smoke choking the night sky. Falcone’s men were scattered across the lawn like broken toys, some dead in pools of blood, some groaning and clutching wounds, others desperately trying to fight the blaze with whatever they could grab.Ray’s body lay sprawled on the front grass like discarded garbage. Not killed by a gunshot. A letter opener was buried deep in his throat, blood still oozing slowly around the wound.And Lily sat calmly on the porch steps, covered in soot and blood, gently petting her puppy like the world wasn’t literally burning down around her.“Lily!” Cedric sprinted forward, dropping to his knees in front of her. His hands frantically ran over her arms, her face, her small body, checking desperately for injuries. She was completely unharmed. Not a single scratch.She looked up at him with calm, almost seren

Cedric sprinted after Lily through the shadows of the warehouse, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted to break out. “Lily! Stop!”She didn’t stop. The little girl who used to hide under the bed now ran straight into hell with a bloody letter opener in her pocket and a puppy tucked under her arm like a weapon.The warehouse was a labyrinth of cages, bloodstained mats, and industrial lights that buzzed like angry insects overhead. Cedric moved through the darkness, whispering her name, gun heavy in his sweating palm. He passed rows of cages filled with dogs. Some were dead. Some were dying. Some watched him with hollow, broken eyes that mirrored everything he felt inside.Then he saw the first human cage.A boy, maybe ten years old, naked and shivering, his back a lattice of old scars and fresh welts. The boy didn’t speak. He just pointed a trembling finger toward a heavy door at the far end of the warehouse.Cedric’s blood boiled. He kept moving, passing more cages. More chil

The new safe house was smaller and quieter, tucked away in a sleepy suburban neighborhood where neighbors minded their own business and the streets were lined with identical lawns. It still smelled like fresh paint and tension. Gianni’s most trusted people moved through the rooms like shadows, feeding the rescued children warm meals, clothing them in clean shirts and pants that hung too big on their thin frames, interviewing them gently about names, ages, and the nightmares they carried in their eyes. The kids ate in near silence, their gazes darting to every door and window like they expected hands to reach out and drag them back into the cages at any moment.Lily refused to leave the puppy’s side. She sat cross-legged on the floor in the corner of the living room, the small dog curled tightly in her lap, her small hands still smeared with dried blood stroking its fur over and over. She hadn’t let anyone wash her hands yet. Every time someone approached with a wet cloth, she shook he

The safe house felt smaller with every passing minute, the walls closing in like a trap. Gianni’s hacker, a twitchy young woman named Jax with purple-streaked hair and fingers that never stopped moving on her keyboard, sat hunched over three laptops at the dining table. The rescued children had been moved to another secure location with medics, but the air still carried the faint scent of fear and antiseptic. Lily was asleep on the couch with the puppy curled against her chest, but even in sleep her small hands twitched like she was ready to fight.Cedric stood behind Jax, arms crossed so tight his muscles ached, while Gianni paced the room like a caged tiger ready to tear through the walls.“Give me something,” Cedric demanded, voice rough. “Anything on this piece of shit.”Jax’s fingers flew across the keys, multiple windows open on her screens. “Brett isn’t Brett. Real name Dmitri Volkov. Ex-CIA. Disavowed after a black-site operation in Eastern Europe went sideways eight years ago

The base was a maze of rusted metal and shattered concrete, shadows swallowing everything except the occasional flicker of emergency lights. Cedric moved through the darkness with Lily close behind, guided only by the faint sound of children crying somewhere deeper inside. His gun felt heavy in his sweating palm. The wire under his skin itched like a live coal.Brett’s voice crackled over hidden speakers, echoing through the corridors like a ghost. “Tick-tock, Cedric. I’ve rigged the building to blow in twenty minutes. You can try to save the kids, or you can run for the exit. But you can’t do both. Choose.”Lily tugged on Cedric’s sleeve, her small hand sticky with dried blood. “We split up. I’ll find the kids. You find Brett.”Cedric shook his head hard. “Absolutely not. You stay with me.”Lily’s eyes were fierce in the dim light. “I’m not a kid anymore, Ceddy. I killed Ray. I helped kill Dante. I can do this.”“You’re twelve!” Cedric shouted, voice cracking. “You shouldn’t have to