Semua Bab The Mafias Obsession: Obey, Kneel, Submit : Bab 1 - Bab 7

“DO NOT FUCKING PLAY WITH ME, DIEGO!” Dominic Valenzo’s roar ripped through the alley as he stepped further clenching his jaw. “WHERE THE HELL IS MY MONEY?!” Before Diego could even blink, Dominic’s fist slammed into his jaw, a brutal crunch of bone meeting bone. Diego’s head whipped back, blood bursting from his lips as his body crashed to the ground like a filth. He was more than just a soldier to Dominic. He was Dominic’s first. The first man to swear loyalty. The first man Dominic pulled from the gutters, cleaned up, gave a name, a purpose, a family. For over a decade, Diego was Dominic’s right hand. But beneath that loyalty, something festered. Jealousy. Dominic didn’t let up. He stalked forward, eyes black with fury, his breath sharp and ragged like a man on the edge of slaughter. He grabbed Diego by the collar, dragging him up to his knees, and slammed him against the freezing brick wall. “You thieving little fuck,” Dominic spat. “YOU THINK YOU COULD STEAL FROM ME AND

Another man was on his knees.Slumped forward. His chest was rising in short, sharp bursts like every breath was borrowed. His skin was slick with blood, thick trails of it pouring from his split lip, down his chin, and onto the already soaked. One eye was swollen shut. The other barely held consciousness. His face..bruised, beaten, broken beyond recognition. The other man stood above him, pointing a gun towards him. His shirt clung to his frame, soaked from both rain and blood, the sleeves rolled up past his forearms, revealing knuckles skinned raw and red. He held the pistol like it was an extension of his own body. Effortless. Natural. Made to kill.He stepped closer.The man on his knees flinched, a pained grunt crawling up his throat.He crouched.One hand gripped the man’s chin, forcing his battered face upward. His own face stayed cold as he whispered into the man’s face. “Tradire la famiglia è come pugnalare Dio. E tu, Diego, hai scelto l’inferno. Ora sentilo bruciare.”[To

She didn’t even realize the door had slammed shut until she heard the click of it. The metallic sound of the door was like a coffin sealing shut. Like her fate was no longer hers to write.Dominic’s palm gripped the back of her neck, shoving her forward like a misbehaving animal before she could even whimper. She hit the leather seat chest-first, gasping, her bare skin sticking to the cold seat as her soaked jeans squelched under her.He moved around the car with slow, terrifying calmness and a little smirk on his face making his little dimples visible. He didn’t rush. He wasn’t angry.But worse..He was in control.She didn’t try to escape. Not because she didn’t want to, but because her body wouldn’t fucking move.Not after what he whispered.Not after what he promised.The driver door creaked open. He got in without a word. The silence between them was loud..so loud it felt like her own heartbeat was slamming against the windows.Then..click.The seatbelt whipped across her body.

Dominic didn’t even blink.His hand still rested on her inner thigh, skin-to-skin where the jacket had slid open. Thumb lazily rubbing back and forth like he was petting something that already belonged to him.“Let me out of this fucking car!” she shrieked, turning toward him. “What the fuck are you doing?! You can’t just…just…”Her voice cracked again.“I’m not your fucking toy!”Still, he said nothing as he kept on driving. Then the car turned off the road. Onto a path darker than the night outside.And he pulled over.The engine idled.He unbuckled his belt.Turned to her.His eyes were calm. Too calm. Too still. Too full of fucking fire.Then…he leaned closer.“You done?” he asked softly, almost like he cared.She snapped.Her hand came up, fast. Her palm cracked across his cheek so hard her own fingers stungHis face turned with the impct of the slap as his jaw flexed.Silence.Then…he looked back at her.Licked the blood from his lip.And smiled.“There she is.”She barely had t