All Chapters of Crazily Obsessed : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena I curled up on my bed as I clutched my tummy. Fuck, I feel like I'm about to explode. My toes curled as I shut my eyes. Maybe if I shut my eyes really hard the pain will go away. I suddenly heard a knock on my door. Really? Now? I got down from my bed slowly and reluctantly walked to open my door. “Ric.” I said weakly. “Archer wants you to come downstairs for dinner.” I blinked for a while, obviously taken aback by what he said. “Can I skip?” I asked with pleading eyes. I don't want to have lunch with him, why does he want me to eat with him? “No, you can't. See you in 30 minutes.” He left after that. Oh, come on. Why does he suddenly want this today? I don't have that strength to be around him right now. This is so annoying. I climbed back onto my bed in the same position I was in earlier while murmuring to myself. My eyes travelled to the clock on the wall. Damn, 25 minutes had already passed. That was fast. I weakly got up from my bed and adjusted my messy hair.

Archer “Here's the statistics of the last two months' performance. Last month's performance was better than the last two months’.” I took the ipad from Ric and stared at the screen. He was indeed right. Our performance improved, all thanks to me. I've been the brains behind this organisation all this while. Even my identity is hidden from most of the world because of what I do.I enjoy my work even though my life is constantly in danger. To be honest, I have absolutely nothing to lose.Maybe that is why I don't care much. I wouldn't mind dying because it wouldn't change shit.The organisation would probably have a secret funeral for me and give my sister all kinds of gifts. She would cry a little and continue with her life because she knows not to waste her time on insignificant things. At the end of everything, everyone would soon forget me and I would quickly get replaced. I'm sure Hugo would be more than glad to grab my position. “That's good, I want those charts to keep on go

“So Archer, what do you do?” She asked as I drove.“I sell firearms and drugs and other illegal stuff.” She burst out laughing.“You have quite a sense of humour.” I smirked at her response. “Well, I'm currently not working. I'm schooling, and school is so hectic. I'm stressed. My grades are messed up because of someone.”Yep, blame someone for your incompetence. “That's bad. It'll get better.” We finally arrived inside my apartment, and immediately we entered. She tried to kiss me.“Woah, hold your horses angel. We have all night.” Her face reddened as she smiled. I went and got her a glass of wine and put on some slow jazz music. “You like this, right?” She nodded vigorously, consumed in the moment. My hands wrapped around her as we danced around in the room.“Wow, no man has ever danced with me like this before.”“Well you haven't met all the men in the world.” She lay her head on my chest. I'm surprised how easy this is. She leaned in for a kiss, and I pressed my index on her l

Archer I didn't utter a word as I drove. Elena was also quiet, fidgeting with her nails. It's funny how she would've actually escaped if I had arrived a bit late.She's a smart girl, that I will give to her. I'm just surprised how she got that courage. Even if she had escaped, I would've sent my men to haunt her down. “Please,” she said in almost a whisper. “Just—let me go. I swear that I'll keep my mouth shut. I'll just continue with my life like nothing happened. Please, I feel suffocated. Just let me go.” I just maintained my composure and didn't answer her. My hand tightened on the steering wheel. “I don't have anything–but I'll do everything in my power to pay you back. Just let–let me go.” She said through sobs.Mostly, I enjoyed it when people cried to me, I got some satisfaction in me whenever I saw someone sob, but why am I not liking hers? Why do I actually want her to stop crying?I feel irritated, I don't like her crying to me. “I don't have a family, and my life suc

Archer The heavy oak table in my study was scattered with blueprints, photographs, and notes—our roadmap to the next phase of control in this city. Ric leaned over the table, his fingers tracing on his ipad.“We need to move the shipment through Boston,” Ric said, his voice sharp and focused. “The police presence is lighter there, and the security we’ve paid for has already cleared the area. We have to do this quickly, Don already sent the word.” I nodded absently, my gaze fixed on the Ipad, but my mind was miles away. Her face kept flashing in my head—Elena. The way her lips pressed into a stubborn line when she was trying to hold her ground, the fire in her eyes when she challenged me. “Archer,” Ric snapped, pulling me back to the present. “Are you even listening to me?” I blinked, realizing I hadn’t heard a word he’d said. “Yeah, Boston, Light police presence. Go on.” Ric frowned, clearly unimpressed. “We also need to reinforce our hold on the eastern districts. With the