Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 6:

MONALISA’S POV.

I hastily pulled out my gun from my undershirt and aimed it in her direction. “Don’t you even dare think of calling him Or consider yourself dead!” I grumbled in a deep slow voice as I slowly sauntered towards her, my gun aimed at the back of her head.

She slowly turned around and glanced at me with a dropped jaw. Slowly, her gaze shifted from my face down to the gun I was holding tightly, and she started trembling in fear.

I shook my head, “You thought I was the dumbest not to recognize that you are one of his mistresses? Or probably you thought I wouldn’t see your face that night. Fucking him like a loose animal on heat.” I sneered in anger as her face became clearer to me.

I knew she could certainly spill over everything to her dicksucker of a boyfriend, and I can’t take the risk of sparing her either. I knew I had to do something about her or else, everything I had worked so hard for would be ruined.

“You bitch! How dare you insult me?” She angrily charged towards me in rage, intending to pull my hair with both hands stretched out, but I was fast enough to pull the trigger. My bullet made its way deep into her stomach.

“ATTENTION EVERYBODY!!  ” ITALY PLANE WILL TAKE OFF IN 5 MINUTES.”

Damn it!!  I cursed under my breath as she kept groaning in pain. Coughing out blood from her mouth and nose, her hands clung tightly to her bleeding stomach, “Save me.” She cried, stretching out her right hand toward me, with some drops of tears streaming down her face as she sobbed in pain.

My heart sank into my stomach, witnessing such a sight. I was helpless. I don’t know who I’ve become any more or what kind of monster I have become because I can’t feel my heartbeats anymore. Did she deserve such cruelty from me? Did she deserve such brutality as a repayment for her care and kindness toward me? Damn it!

“Please…. help me.  I can’t die yet!” Her stifled voice pierced into my heart like a sword. I felt a sharp pain deep inside my heart, but then it waned instantly like a flash of light. My hands stretched out to her, but my body refused to move while my leg seemed like it was pinned to the ground.

Right before my eyes, Ariel released her hand from her stomach and turned pale, giving up to a ghost. “I’m sorry,” I softly whispered.

I quickly dipped my gun back into my tee and hurriedly left the washroom, rolling my luggage out, as I walked along the hallway in haste toward my plane, not to get caught by anyone.

Thankfully, I got there on time. Perhaps because I was the last passenger, the security didn’t intrude on my luggage or search my body, which I was thankful for. Soon our plane flew directly into the sky.

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DOMINIC

“YOU WILL LIVE TO BOW TO HIS FEET.” Danm!!!  Those words echoed more than every other word he had uttered.  My brain was on the verge of explosion as my hands held onto his neck more tightly, intending to separate his head from his body.

He wasn’t pleading-neither was he in tears or struggling to get my hands off him. He just stood there and allowed me to vent my anger on him.

I let go of his neck and instructed my boys to take him away. “Lock him up and torture him till you break him down, but don’t kill him. I will need him in my future.” I ordered, waving my hand in their direction, and they dragged him away. Soon, the vibrant from my phone interrupted me.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket; an unsaved number was displayed on my phone screen. Without thinking twice, I dragged the green answer button, which I regretted almost immediately.

“Let my boy go!” His deep husky threatened voice boomed on my phone’s speaker, with anger lilting in his voice. I knew instantly it was the mob boss.

“Is that a request?” I sneered, a smirk displaying on my lips. But my mind was so tense about how he got my contact number. I have forgotten that he is a mob boss, and he always has his ways of getting what he wants.

“It’s an order!” He thundered.  Surprisingly, goosebumps cover my skin due to his voice. That is how powerful his voice can be. a voice of an Alpha.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I tried so hard to compose myself and not feel intimidated by his voice. “Have you forgotten the rules that you have made? Have you forgotten code 194? I wondered what the council member saw in you that made them crown you the Mob Boss!” I scoffed, trying to get on his nerves.

I heard him chuckle deeply and dryly over the phone before he began, “The day you can summon up the courage and look into my eyeballs without a trembling body or sweaty palms. That will be the day I will tell you WHY!” He suddenly hung up the phone.

His words felt like stray bullets were attacking my heart.

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MONALISA POV

My plane landed safely at the airport in Italy, and all the passengers began to get down, rolling their luggage with them. Their faces filled with excitement as some of their loved ones came to pick them up at the airport. Soon I was left alone with some securities, and one of them approached me, decked out in his uniform.

“Ma’am, ain’t you leaving yet? Or are you waiting for someone?” His thick Italian accent filled my ears, and I flashed him a smile. “If you are waiting for someone, you shouldn’t be here.” He added furthermore, glancing around.

My hand massaged the back of my head softly as I turned my gaze to the ground. Without uttering a word, I rolled my luggage alongside me and strode out of the airport, having no place in mind to go to. And my toe hurt so badly and I struggled so hard to stabilize my walk.

To my greatest surprise, the moment I stepped away from the airport, I saw three thugs approaching me as if they knew I was coming in that direction. My body shivered in fear as I clung tightly to my luggage with my hand as if my life depended on it.

My heart couldn’t stop beating so rapidly against my chest. I quickly tried to divert my roots, but everywhere was clouded with darkness, so I walked even faster.

They slowly strode towards me with a cunny smirk playing on their lower lips. The first guy had a chubby figure and was covered with tattoos all over his body. He was looking so messy and shabby.

The second guy had a skinny figure, and he also was covered with tattoos except for his face, but he had a big nose and mouth.

The third guy made me want to throw up all the intestines in my stomach because of the awful smell emitting from his body. He was even the worst among them all.

I suddenly halted when I realized there was no other way out, as they encircled me immediately. The third guy kept flashing me his brownish teeth, blinking his eyes seductively.

_God!!!  This guy is worse than a death sentence. His smell alone is making me lose the only hope I’m holding on to__

My face squeezed in revulsion as I scrambled backward, rolling my luggage along as I glanced around but, to my greatest dismay, some people were hanging around watching us from the corners without attempting to intervene. I guess they were also scared of the bad guys.

“Sei nuovo qui? (Are you new here?)” The third guy was the first to speak out in Italian, with his hand touching my hair as he leaned close to my face, releasing his tainted breath on my face. Damn!  I lost it immediately, as I let go of my luggage and pushed him so hard away from me.

The other two guys burst into laughter because of my sudden reaction, which they communicated in Italian, and I couldn’t comprehend what they were saying as I gawked at them, feeling lost but cautious. The chubby guy began to taunt me and without fear, he held my chin as I struggled to push his hands off me.

“Sesso! (You want sex!)” He grumbled on my face, and for a moment, my brows knitted in confusion because I couldn’t comprehend what he said. But then he leaned over and brushed his lips faintly on my side cheek and without warning, my wounded toe made its way stretched to his groins.

He slumped to the ground, holding onto his wounded dick, while a painful grunt escaped my lips as I tried to endure the pain I was feeling in my toe.

The other two guys angrily dashed toward me and raised their hands in the air to hit me.

“Get lost!” A young female voice stopped them midway, and they all frighteningly ran away while the chubby guy was still struggling on the ground.

I raised my gaze to where she was standing like a superhero, with her right hand resting on her waist. I guess she might be older than me by just a year or two. She strode toward me, clothed in a black transparent long gown, exposing her black bra and panties.

“Sei nuovo qui? (Are you new here?)” She spoke out when she was finally close to me.

I stared at her in silence as she sighed loudly, and flashed me a smile. “English?”  She asked, placing her left hand on my shoulder.

I nodded my head in response as I diverted my gaze to the ground. “Follow me.”  She said so and began walking away.