Todos os capítulos de The Don's Dirty Obsession : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The woods surrounding the burned farmhouse were dark and cold, the air thick with the acrid smell of wet ash and charred wood. Rain had started falling, turning the ground into slick mud that sucked at their boots with every step. Cedric moved like a ghost through the trees, flashlight beam sweeping low across blackened trunks and debris, calling Lily’s name in a hoarse whisper that barely carried over the patter of rain. His side burned from the graze he’d taken earlier, but he ignored the pain. Lily was out here somewhere. Alone. With nothing but a bloody letter opener and a small puppy that had already proven it would kill for her.Gianni stayed right behind him, gun drawn, eyes scanning every shadow for threats. His presence was a solid wall of tension and protection. Marcus brought up the rear, hobbling on his crutches, his shattered leg screaming with every uneven step. The three of them, former enemies turned reluctant allies, moved in near silence except for the crunch of ash

The eastern safe house was a small, cramped cabin deep in the woods, stocked with canned food, medical supplies, and enough weapons to start a small war. It smelled like dust and pine and old wood. Rain hammered the roof as they stumbled inside, soaked and exhausted. Marcus collapsed onto the couch the second the door closed, his leg bleeding through the makeshift cast, face gray with pain. He didn’t complain. He just closed his eyes and breathed through it.Lily curled up in the corner on a pile of blankets, the puppy pressed tight against her chest. She refused to sleep, eyes open and staring at the wall, small hands stroking the dog’s fur like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Cedric knelt beside Gianni, carefully cleaning the graze on his shoulder. His hands were steady despite the exhaustion weighing him down like lead.“You saved us,” Cedric said quietly, pressing gauze to the wound.Gianni winced but didn’t pull away. “Marcus saved us,” he corrected. “I didn’t expect

Three days.Three days of grey walls, steel doors, and the constant hum of fluorescent lights that never turned off. Three days of the same questions from the same agents with the same dead eyes. Three days of not knowing if Gianni was alive, if Lily was safe, if Marcus had bled out on the cabin floor. Cedric sat on the thin mattress in his cell, back against the cold concrete, staring at the same crack in the ceiling until it blurred. His wrists were raw from the cuffs. His mind was raw from the silence.He hadn’t seen anyone he loved since the raid. The guards brought food he barely touched. The interrogators asked about Vance, about the trafficking ring, about Gianni’s empire. He gave them nothing. He couldn’t. Not until he knew his family was safe.On the fourth night, the cell door opened with a heavy metallic click.Gianni stood there, dressed in a guard’s uniform, his face split in that familiar, dangerous grin. His eyes were tired but alive, burning with the same fire Cedric h

The pier was exactly as Cedric remembered it, rusting metal, creaking boards, the heavy stink of dead fish and diesel fuel hanging in the cold night air. Waves slapped against the pilings below like they were trying to drag the whole rotten structure into the black water. He walked out alone, hands visible, no gun, no wire this time. Just the real flash drive in his pocket and the platinum necklace still around his neck, a reminder of everything he had survived to get here.Vance waited at the end of the pier in a tailored black suit, looking like he belonged at a board meeting instead of a blood-soaked exchange. Flanked by four armed guards, he stood calm and collected. Lily stood beside him, not bound, not gagged, just... there. Her eyes were calm. Her hands hung at her sides. She wasn’t scared. She looked at Cedric like she had been expecting him all along.“You came,” Vance said, voice smooth and almost pleased. “I almost didn’t believe you would.”Cedric stopped ten feet away, ho

The new house was a sturdy two-story cabin on a small island off the coast of Maine, accessible only by boat and reachable only when the tides allowed. No neighbors for miles. No cell service. No past that could find them easily. For six months, it almost felt like they had won.Cedric worked as the local veterinarian for the fishing community, treating cuts on seals, infections in lobsters, and the occasional dog that reminded him too much of the pit bulls he used to save. His hands were calloused now, not from desperation but from honest work. He came home every evening smelling of salt and fur, and Gianni would pull him close anyway, kissing the exhaustion from his face.Gianni had become a fisherman, a real one. He went out on a small boat at dawn with the locals, hands rough and calloused, bringing back hauls of cod and haddock. He smiled more these days, a quiet, real smile that reached his eyes when he looked at Cedric across the dinner table. The empire was run by lieutenants