All Chapters of The Mafia King’s Lost Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

ODESSA POV“Ma’am, for your safety and the child’s, we have to separate you two now.” The man talking was tall. Six feet at least. Broad shoulders, black gear, rifle in his hands. His name was Aaron. He was loading bullets into a rifle on my kitchen counter. Click. Click. Click. His eyes never stopped moving from the window, door, hallway, and back to me. I was still in my t-shirt from bed. No bra. No shoes. Five years of safe houses and fake names and sleeping with a gun under my pillow. It ended tonight. “Give me a few minutes with her. Please,” I begged him. My voice was shaking. “It could be months before I see her again.” I looked him in the eyes. Maybe if he had a daughter. Maybe if he understood. He didn’t blink. “Auntie, where are we going this time?” Small hands grabbed mine. Elena. My baby. Five years old. Dark hair like mine. Eyes like his. She was looking up at me, scared, but trying to be brave for me. God, the word ‘auntie’ ripped my heart out. My own dau

ODESSA POVI was sleeping deeper than I had in months. The kind of sleep where your body feels heavy and your mind is finally quiet. I was naked under the blanket, and the sheet felt cool against my skin. For a few minutes, I let myself forget everything. I forgot about the men outside my door. I forgot about the price on my head. I forgot about running. Then the gunshots started. The sound tore through the room and through my sleep. It was close. Too close. Three shots, one after another. _Crack. Crack. Crack._ The window shook with each one. My eyes opened and I was already moving. My heart was beating so hard it hurt my chest. I didn’t think. I just reached under my pillow. My hand closed around the grip of my gun. Cold metal. Heavy. Safe. I’ve slept with it there every night for five years. More shots came from outside. Then shouting. Then the sound of glass breaking somewhere downstairs. I kicked the blanket off and grabbed the pants I’d left on the floor. My hands were

•ALESSINO POV•I don’t go far after I leave the room because my legs won’t carry me any farther than the hallway, and I press my back to the wall outside her door and listen to the silence I just left behind, and all I can hear is my own breathing coming too fast like I’ve been running for five years and only just stopped.I buried her on a Tuesday. It rained so hard the priest’s words got washed out and I didn’t care because I wasn’t listening anyway, I was staring at that casket thinking it was too small to hold everything she was to me, and I threw the first handful of dirt down myself because no one else was going to do it, and I’ve had that dirt under my nails ever since. And she was alive. The thought hits me again and I have to brace my forearm against the wall and drop my head because the rage comes up my throat so fast I think I might be sick, but underneath the rage is something that feels worse, something that feels like relief, and I hate myself for it. She looked at me