Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

DOMINIC P. O. V

I came out of my bathroom dripping wet from my wet messy hair as my towel drooped loosely on my waist. I cleaned off my wet body with my extra hand towel, gazing at my reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly my door burst open as one of my loyal investigators strode into my room, shutting the door behind him.

He had been the one taking care of other deals in some countries, attending the brotherhood meetings in my place, and doing some dirty jobs for me. I trust him a lot because he always does a clean job for me.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

We have been partners for the past 15 years now and I bet you, his loyalty is not to be compared.

However, I never let any of my men lay their gaze on my little Lisa because I don’t trust anyone when it involves Lisa. That was why I locked her indoors for the past 13 years. They only knew her name but they didn’t know what she looked like.

I jerked my head in his direction, hoping to hear good news, nothing more, nothing less. “Micheal, What is it?” I snapped at him the moment he got closer. “Any news about my daughter?” I added, furrowing my brows.

I moved away from my mirror and pulled out a stick cigarette from its pack from my side drawer and slipped it in between my lips. He quickly strode toward me and helped me light it up without me asking him to.

“Speak!”  I demanded and drew the cigarette smoke into my mouth and released it into the air from my nose as I veered around, wondering why he was mute.

“Arielle was shot dead at the airport. The killer is still unknown” He disclosed.

I scoffed loudly, rolling my eyes, “If I can remember vividly the only woman in my life is my little Lisa. The rest are whores and bitches.”

“But—-”

“Every bitches got a price. I don’t fucking care if she rots in hell!. Just tell me what I want to hear.” I angrily snapped at him, glaring at him.

“Boss. Your mansion was burned down to ashes.” He began, lowering his gaze to the ground.

The corner of my lips quirked as I gave out a half smile. I began to stride toward my daughter’s portrait, which was hanging firmly on the wall. Her innocent face flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but recall our moments together.

Her pain meant happiness to me, her tears gladdened my heart, and me being her worst nightmare was what I aimed for and achieved without stress.

I love the way my presence only made her tremble in fear and become fragile at my sight. I missed how she always cried for mercy but never got any.

It has been two months now, no sight of my little Lisa nor have I heard from Phil either.  I hope she is fine wherever she is and comes back to me.

I retrieved her pictures from my briefcase and gazed at them with all my admiration, fixing my gaze on her lips.

I drew my lower lips between my teeth as the way my name rolled out sexily on her lips, which always turned me on.

“Come to me, my baby. Daddy is longing for you already.” ___

I veered around and gave out a mirthless laugh as I shoved my wetted hair away from my face. “I have many mansions. Losing one won’t hurt shit.” I drew the smoke from the cigarette into my mouth and released it from my nose again. “Where is my Lisa?” I asked calmly, but deep down, anger thrummed through my veins.

“You see… I found Phil’s lifeless body at the burned mansion—–.”

“Derek Men’s took her away?!” I thundered, interrupting him, not wanting to believe what I had in mind, as he massaged the back of his head nervously.

“Monalisa was—-”

I couldn’t let him finish his sentence, as my hands gripped him roughly in his collar shirt. “Monalisa can’t die without my permission, period!”

“I doubt, boss.” He raised his gaze to my face, which made me slowly free his collar shirt from my grip.

“What do you mean.” I squinted, trying to wrap up what he meant by that. But I kept getting confused the more.

He nodded his head, with a soft smile gracing his lips. “We all know Mob Derek’s principles. And we all know how straight forward he is because he’s fearless and blurts.” He began.

Okay. Now I’m confused even more than before…. like what is he driving at?

He began striding around my room with his hands grasped behind his back. “I kept wondering why Mob boss would deliver an order like this to Phil instead of dragging you down to your knees in front of the whole council and stripping you off your power and position.” He continued before chuckling softly. “Because we all knew what he’s capable of doing.” He quickly added.

At this point, everything began to make sense to me, and I nodded my head in understanding.

He veered around and glanced at me, “Mob Derek is not that foolish to inform you about his new development because he knows you will find all means to escape his judgment. But my question here is; who called Phil?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

I shook my head, with my mind buzzing with thoughts.

“Come to think of it. No one, absolutely no one knew you had a daughter not even I knew of that. Then why could Phil tell you that the council requested for your daughter and you believed him?” He asked me.

That was when recognition dawned on my face, as fury vibrated through my being and the vortex of anger swirled inside me. Damn! I was tricked! Those thoughts alone made me want to go mental.

“It won’t cost Derek’s men a breath to barge Into this building and haul you to Italy against your wish but they don’t fucking care! You and I know that Derek won’t attack a common building or any of your men. He bits where it hurt most!” He strode toward me.

“It’s all clear to me now.” I slowly let go of the cigarette in between my fingers and rested my hands on my waist.

“Someone else is behind this mess.”

“I know who is behind it,” I muttered, wondering why the past chose to hunt me now of all years.

“Who is that?”

“Don’t worry, anything else?” I asked, moving away from my little Lisa’s portrait to my bed.

“The council called for gathering today, later in the day at the EMPIRE GARDEN.” He informed.

“You can go in my place. I’m not In the right frame of mind to travel anywhere.” I dismissed him immediately because I needed a space to think.

“Okay, boss. By Noon I will be in Italy.” He bowed and left my room…. leaving me in my thoughts to prepare for his trip tomorrow.