All Chapters of The Don's Dirty Obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The safe house was a mid-tier hotel in downtown Newark that the FBI had commandeered for the night, turning its eighth floor into a makeshift command center. The hallways smelled of stale coffee, industrial cleaner, and the faint underlying scent of desperation that clung to every federal operation. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh, sterile glow on the worn carpet and beige walls. Cedric sat in a windowless conference room, the scratched wooden table cold under his forearms. His hands were folded tightly in his lap to hide the trembling that had started hours ago. He had been answering the same questions for the fifth time in three exhausting hours, each repetition wearing him down like sandpaper on raw skin.Across from him, Agent Morrison watched him with cold, unblinking eyes. Her dark hair was pulled into a painfully tight ponytail that made her sharp features look even more severe. Her FBI windbreaker was freshly pressed, the badge clipped to it gleaming under

The clinic was dark and abandoned, a rundown building on the outskirts of Elizabeth with peeling paint on the walls and flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed like dying insects overhead. The air smelled heavily of old disinfectant mixed with dust and the faint metallic tang of decay that lingered in places long forgotten by the living. Broken medical equipment lay scattered in corners, covered in cobwebs, and the operating table in the center of the main room looked like it hadn’t been properly used in years. Cedric stood over it now, heart hammering in his chest as he scrubbed his hands raw in a small, rust-stained sink. The cold water did nothing to steady his nerves. He had operated on dozens of animals before, dogs with torn ligaments, cats with abscesses, even the occasional wild animal brought in by concerned locals. But never like this. Never with his sister’s heart on the line. Never with armed men possibly hunting them through the night. Never with the weight of everythin

Cedric was dragged roughly down a narrow, dimly lit corridor, his arms twisted painfully behind his back by two of Morrison’s men. The chains on his wrists bit deep into his skin, cold metal digging into raw flesh with every step. They threw him into a small, windowless interrogation room and chained him securely to a metal table bolted to the concrete floor. The room was bare except for a single overhead light that cast harsh, unforgiving shadows across the gray walls. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as Morrison entered calmly, patient as ever, like she had all the time in the world to break him.She sat across from him, folding her hands neatly on the table. “The drive, Cedric. Where is it?”Cedric laughed, the sound raw and bitter, echoing off the bare walls. “You think I’d tell you? After everything you’ve done? After what you put my family through?”Morrison shrugged, completely unfazed, her expression cool and professional. “I think you’ll tell me eventually. Everyone doe

The island was lush and tropical, deceptively peaceful under the silver moonlight. Palm trees swayed gently in the warm ocean breeze, their fronds whispering secrets to the night as if the paradise itself was hiding dark truths. The water lapped softly against the white sand beach where Gianni’s small team made landfall at midnight, the waves glowing faintly with bioluminescence. The air smelled of salt, blooming flowers, and something darker underneath, the faint metallic tang of fear and confinement that no amount of natural beauty could fully mask. Cedric moved silently through the dense jungle behind Gianni, Lily close at his side, her small hand gripping his tightly, her breathing quick and shallow. Marcus brought up the rear, limping noticeably on his bad leg but determined, his eyes scanning every shadow for threats.The compound was lit up like a fortress, powerful searchlights sweeping across manicured lawns, armed guards patrolling the perimeter in pairs, cameras mounted on

One year.One year since the island burned, since the last chains had been broken, since the final monsters had been dragged into the light. Cedric stood on the porch of their small house in Vermont, a mug of coffee warming his hands as the early morning sun painted the mountains in soft gold and pink. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and fresh earth after last night’s rain. It was quiet here, no sirens, no gunfire, no shadows waiting around every corner. Just the distant sound of birds and the occasional car passing on the road below.His veterinary clinic in town was thriving. The converted barn had become a local landmark, with families bringing in their pets for everything from routine check-ups to emergency surgeries. Cedric had hired two assistants and a receptionist, and the waiting room was usually full of chatter and wagging tails. He came home every evening smelling of antiseptic and wet fur, and for the first time in his life, the smell felt like peace instead