Page 4 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“I’m fine,” I assured him, reaching his right side.
He turned his head, not looking convinced. “First Pete, and tonight you got shot. Your head isn’t in the game.”
“It’s in the game. It’s always in the game!” I yelled.
“But not inthisgame, Jared. You’re playing one the rest of us aren’t a part of,” he reminded me.
I sighed, looking down at the ground. He was not wrong. Maybe I was getting a little too distracted. Even now, the first thing I thought about as I entered the house wasn’t to report back to Vince. It was to see Alison moving her little body on top of mine, making all the pain go away by hurting her instead, by reminding her that I had the freedom to do with her as I wanted.
“I have two weeks left. Maybe no more secret weddings and surprise cargos,” I suggested.
“The surprise cargo wasn’t mine,” he assured me.
“No, I know, but we need to figure out who it was. Why the hell did you not answer your phone?”
“You called?”
“Yes, I fucking called.”
“I was busy tonight as well. We have much to plan for your wedding.”
I groaned, leaning my head back. “Yes, my happily ever after,” I murmured annoyed. “Can’t wait!”
I began moving to the next set of staircases, feeling like I was about to climb a second mountain as well, but then Vince called out to me, “It’s not about happily ever after.”
I turned as I had my foot placed on the first step. “No, it never is.”
“No, exactly. Not for us. We live in a world where having a happily ever after means a weakness. Have you forgotten?”
“No, of course not,” I assured him. “But I would like to have a wife I don’t want to strangle in her sleep.”
“You barely know Astrid.”
“I know enough,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes a little.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” Vince inquired, his one working eye locked onto me. I considered his question, aware of his ability to read me like a book. He sensed I was holding something back, and I couldn’t deny it. However, I debated whether it was worth revealing the sordid details. Would this fragile deal between our families be shattered because Astrid had coerced me into performing oral on her while her cousins threatened Alison with a gun? Wasn’t this just another facet of our twisted, power-hungry romance?
I knew Vince cared for me in his own enigmatic way. He had raised me better than my own father ever could. Yet, this deal was too significant, capable of altering the course of our lives and rendering both Vince and the wolves untouchable. So, what did it matter if my wife enjoyed putting men on their knees, making them beg for mercy? What did it matter if I ended up tied to her torture table, enduring unspeakable acts? No, this was simply the life I had chosen, and I had a mere two weeksof enjoyment left. I wasn’t willing to risk ruining those precious weeks.
“No, nothing,” I replied, deliberately evading his probing gaze. “Everything is perfectly fine.”
Vince’s finger rhythmically tapped against the railing he gripped. He clearly wanted to press me further, but he understood me well enough to know that if I said everything was fine, it was not just for my sake but for his as well. It was better to keep Astrid’s scandalous behavior hidden. I would find a way to tame my future wife, just as I had subdued the formidable Alison.
“Now, if there’s nothing else,” I continued, “I’m going to patch myself up, consume half a bottle of scotch, and you probably want to steer clear of my end of the house because I intend to make my slave scream.”
“Ah, so the usual,” Vince quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Exactly.”
I resumed my ascent up the stairs, heavily relying on the railing for support. With every step, my blood surged faster through my veins. Regardless of the agony coursing through my body, the mere thought of plunging into Alison, knowing she despised it, stirred my cock. My night had been nothing short of miserable, so it was only fitting that I would reciprocate with a night of torment for her.
“Waiting time is over, doggy,” I chuckled darkly as I swung open the door to my bedroom, only to discover that Alison was not where I had left her.
My eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of her. I traced the path of the bed’s pole, where her cuffs still dangled, and dread clutched my heart. It pushed aside the physical pain, igniting a fierce urgency within me.
I couldn’t help but raise my voice in a desperate cry, “Alison! Where are you, slave?”
She didn’t respond, but her silence mattered little. I swiftly searched my room, even checking the balcony, but my slave was nowhere to be found. My fists clenched in anger, a dark fury replacing my initial desperation. What the hell was Alison playing at? She knew her orders were to wait for me, and while my return had taken longer than anticipated, she was mine, bound to obey me without question.
