The Deadly Obsession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Dominic’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the elevator, the office was in chaos. Phones rang nonstop, workers spoke in urgent whispers and every screen around them blared with financial updates and breaking news. The air was thick with tension, but everyone was afraid to make eye contact with me.“Mr. Rossi,” Matteo ran at me, color drained out of his face. "We have a serious problem."“Of course,” I said, pushing past him into my office. “What is this time Matteo?”The floor vibrated with discomfort, eyes buzzing toward me before reading my irritation. I opened the door and stepped in, my executive team already seated.Franco, my C.F.O., brushed a hand through his graying hair. "It's bad, Mr. Dominic. Really bad."I settled into the head of the table and looked at him the way a hawk does. "Explain."Matteo pushed a tablet over the table. "This."I glanced at the screen, and read the article’s headline. The Double Life of Dominic Romano: Mafia Boss or Corporate Mogul? The headline sea

Diego’s POVThe light from my laptop screen bathed my cluttered desk in a ghostly glow. I leaned forward, eyes skimming over the records I’d assembled over the past few days. Every bit of information I found led to something deeper, something darker than I’d thought. I thought I was on the verge of revealing Dominic for the criminal genius he was. But when I dug deeper, something else bubbled to the top.The name DeLuca.I froze. Pedro DeLuca was no petty mafia boss. He was a living legend in Rome, a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened of criminals.His kingdom spanned countries, governing trade routes, illegal arms trafficking and a mesh so tangled that law enforcement was afraid to step in. And if Dominic was connected to him, this was no longer just about corruption. This was about survival.I scanned a document that included offshore accounts, money transfers and cryptic messages. Some of them traced back to Dominic, while others bore the unmi

Dominic’s POVMy men and I were leaving the disastrous areas during the night. It was full of blood and all kinds of filth. The vast majority of the DeLuca's men lived and I allowed my men to make them call for assistance and walk out without attempting to murder anyone else.My men dragged Diego’s unconscious body out on the concrete and tossed it into the back of the armored SUV like a piece of trash. His head slumped to the side, a thin rivulet of blood oozing from his chest and mouth. He was breathing in spurts. Every few seconds he let out a weak groan, but he was slowly regaining consciousness."Is he still breathing?" I asked, rolling up the sleeves of my coat, and getting into the vehicle.The two men beside me nodded. "Barely, boss."Diego mumbled something inaudible, his words a scrambled series of slurred notes and jagged syllables. That was pathetic, his cocky smirk evaporated into a vacant stare. His ribs had gotten hammered, his shirt dark with sweat and blood.Sitting d

Dominic’s POVDiego faced me, arms crossed, his face hard. The man had a death wish. If it wasn’t for his father, his corpse would already be ready for an autopsy. And I bet he would look worse with a bullet between his eyes. He knew it too. But here he was, alive, taking up space, which was mine.I sat back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the desk, watching him like a predator.“How long will it take you to make up your damn mind,” I said flatly.Diego didn’t flinch. His jaw clenched, but his gaze leveled with mine, unwavering. "It’s my thoughts so let me be."I had to be with Alessia and the kids and he was taking up a large chunk of my free time. On the outside, the mafia world had already put a mark on him, and he had no place else to run. He was a man without a country, allies or a future.“You have a bounty on your head,” I said, my voice slicing. "You're a walking target. Don Pedro wants you killed. It's on the dark web. The second you go outside this building someon

Sophia’s POVDon Pedro's Villa:I threw the glass across the room, where it shattered against the wall. My chest rose and fell in the glare I wielded at the splintered slivers glistening on the marble floor. The pricey wine ran down the wallpaper, the stains like blood.This was not how this was supposed to go.My fists balled up as rage ignited within me. Diego ought to have been dead by now. Dominic was meant to be mine. Instead, it all had fallen apart. Diego was living and breathing and Dominic was running through my fingers like sand.The air was too thick while I stomped around the room, heels tapping angrily after each step. The servants hurried off, heads lowered, afraid to look me in the eye. Let them be afraid. They should be. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with weakness.I swung open the heavy wooden doors and strutted down the long hall toward my father’s office. The guards on either side of the door snapped upright as I neared. I pushed the door open and marched inside wi