Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I walked into the building, making sure I wasn’t seen by anyone. Everywhere was so calm and quiet as I pulled Idris alongside me, and we walked into the main building.

Hopefully praying not to be seen by anyone, especially not that witch. “Aunt, is this your home?” Idris’s gaze wandered around, his jaw dropped.

My lips stretched into a smile. “Yes, boy… But it’s ours now. You and me.” I urged him to trail behind, which he did, and we both strode into the sitting area. I saw Doven running down the stairs and halt on the last step the moment his gaze averted to my direction.

“Thank goodness, you are here.” He sighed loudly while striding toward me, smiling. I reciprocated the smile, wondering if anything had gone wrong.

“What happened?” My gaze wandered around, trying to see if I could find Derek’s men around, but I found none.

“Where are Derek’s men?”

He sighed. “Diane said all of them were injured and she asked them to go see a doctor.”

_That daughter of a Lucifer. _ My hand clenched into a fist as I bit my bottom lip. He shoved his hand through his hair as his gaze slowly traveled down to my hand.

“Your son?” He asked curiously.

I blurted out in a rush, “My friend’s son.” I walked past him and made my way to the stairs.

I suddenly heard him chuckle softly. “You never told me how you managed to pull out all the bullets.”

I slowly turned around. “It’s a long story.”

“Well… Diane told me everything. How she pulled out those bullets. And how you ran to the corner, crying your eyes out just by seeing a lot of blood oozing from Mob’s wounds.”

_That bitch is too much! That liar from the pit of hell wants to take all the credit. _

“You believed her?” I furrowed my eyebrows, searching through his eyes.

But he slowly shook his head, shoving his hands into his pocket as he sighed again. “No, I don’t believe her because I find it quirky too. I mean, that lady is so cunning.”

My lips stretched into a smile, glad that at least someone else noticed how cunning she is. This is more reason I need to see Derek and spill everything to him. People like her are dangerous and should not be kept close.

“By the way… Mob Derek requests your presence upstairs in his room.” He informed me and quickly walked away without giving me a chance to ask if Derek was finally out of danger.

But instantly, my heart felt at ease and peace clouded my heart. If not for anything, but for the fact that he asked about me. I felt a butterfly dancing crazily in my stomach, celebrating because I can finally hear him call me his bunny. Tears of joy rolled down my cheek as I made a silent prayer in my heart, thanking God for his speedy recovery.

I ran upstairs to my room first and dropped Idris off. I asked him if he wanted anything to eat, but he politely declined, claiming he was full.

I quickly rocked him to sleep and covered him with the duvet before walking out of the room to see Derek. I ran up the second stairs, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. I played with my fingers nervously as I finally stood in front of his door. “Knock! Knock!” I waited patiently for his response, but got none after waiting for some minutes.

“Knock! Knock!” I waited again for a few minutes, but when I got no response, I gently pushed the door open and strode inside. My eyes scanned the whole place, and to my shocking surprise, all her pictures were gone. What the heck!

Suddenly, what Candy told me struck my head so hard, and I recalled everything. But why did he clear all her pictures in his room all of a sudden? Just in time, my gaze averted from the wall and moved straight to Derek, who was receiving a glass of coffee from Diane.

My eyes widened, and I found myself running toward them. I quickly pushed the glass away from his hand, and the hot coffee accidentally spilled on his body.

“Ahhh… Fuck!” He hissed out in pain and pushed away the glass from his lap, quickly wiping away the remaining coffee from his body. His bloodshot eyes glared hard at me.

“I-I-I….” I tried to apologize, but I found myself sputtering and wondered why I wasn’t more careful.

“Enough!” He thundered, which made me shiver in fear. I averted my gaze to the ground, folding my fingers nervously. I was so scared, as tears ran down my cheek. I was so certain that bitch must have added something inside his coffee because I don’t trust her one bit, which made me act this way. I can’t let her harm Derek in any way.

“How dare you!” He groaned and stamped his folded fist in fury, and I slowly raised my gaze. I wasn’t surprised to see Diane smirking at his reaction. I guessed this is what she wanted. To mock me.

“I-I am sorry. She can’t be trusted…” I cried out, trying to reach out to him.

He chuckled dryly and slowly shook his head. “I guess the person who must never be trusted in this house is you!” He angrily pointed his index finger at me, snarling, “You ungrateful bitch!” His words struck me so hard like a thunderstorm as I hauled backward and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Which got me wondering what I might have done wrong. Yes! I knew I accidentally poured hot coffee on him, but what he said now is totally different from what happened, which got me even more confused. “What are you talking about?” I stepped forward, now standing close to him, gazing into his eyes, daring him to repeat what he just said.

Diane loudly cleared her throat. “I will leave you both now.” She bowed at Derek and veered slowly, flashing me a smirk. She began exiting the room, not without showing me her tongue in a mocking manner. Bitch…!!

I faced Derek, and I found him staring at me with a cold expression, making it difficult for me to tell him about Diane’s motives in this house. I ignored his gaze and sat beside him, making up my mind to tell him everything. I observed his facial expression, and I was disgruntled because it wasn’t encouraging at all.

‘Tell him everything. Let’s see if he would believe you.’ Diane’s words sounded repeatedly in my head.

But I shrugged it off and pushed through. I sighed. “It’s good you are recovering now.” I began. “Diane wants you dead, Derek.” I shrieked and held his hand. “She-she-she locked-”

“Enough…!” He snapped, pulling his hand away from my grip. “Now leave my room!”

“Bu-but De-Derek-”

“Out of my room, now!” He commanded with a cold voice, pointing at his door without sparing me a glance. His words were like a fire arrow, piercing into my soul, shattering my heart. Tears uncontrollably streamed down my cheek, but I quickly wiped them off.

No! I refused to cry for that bitch because this is exactly what she wanted. I won’t feel defeated or make her feel like she has won. After staring at him for some minutes, I sighed and stood up to exit his room. But the moment I stepped out, I bumped into Diane, who let out a nerve-breaking laughter.

I walked past her, ignoring her, while she kept following me, still laughing out loud. I got pissed and veered around angrily. “Can you just stop?!” I screamed in her face.

She looked at me for some minutes but suddenly burst into another round of laughter, slapping her hands together, which got me rolling my eyes at her stupidity.

After some minutes, she finally stopped laughing and dramatically raised her head, placing her index finger under her jaw as if she was in deep thought. “You know, at some point, I thought the moment he set his eyes on you, I’m doomed!” She gazed at me. “But you made everything a lot easier for me by leaving-”

I raised my hand and smashed her so hard on her face. “So it’s you!” I knew Derek’s reaction has to do with her. I just knew it.

She smoothed her hurting cheek as her lips stretched into a smirk. “I won! 1-0, Joanne. How funny that someone you just saved his life threw you out of his room like a piece of rag. I told you, he’s ungrateful and he doesn’t deserve your help.” She walked away.

I strode down the stairs, ignoring her words, and walked into my room. I found Idris fast asleep, sleeping so soundly with his long eyelashes resting cutely on his cheeks. I slowly smoothed his hair for a few minutes. Then, I stood up and made my way toward my wardrobe to pick out my nightwear. However, I noticed Idris stir on the bed, and after a few minutes, he opened his eyes.

“Hey Champ, did I wake you up?” I gently muttered, touching his head.

He shook his head and raised his gaze at me. “You’re back?” he yawned tiredly.

“I’m always here. Now close your eyes and sleep.” I leaned over and kissed his head. After a few seconds, his eyes slid closed. I beamed and stood up, changing into my nightwear. But then, I heard my phone vibrate.

I quickly tied up my hair into a ponytail and clicked on the answer button without checking who the caller was.

“How is my son?” Candy’s worried voice boomed on the phone speaker.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Candy, is that why you called?”

You don’t expect me to stay calm when my son is in the den of the bad wolf,” I sighed. “I assured you that nothing would happen to him. Now, can you sleep?”

“Bring him to the club tomorrow. I want to see my son,” she said and ended the call. I thrust my phone aside and lay on my bed. Just as my muscles were about to relax, I heard a knock on my door. I ignored it and closed my eyes, but it came again.

Not once, but three times. I sluggishly dragged myself off the bed and opened the door, asking, “Yes?”

“The mob boss requests your presence in his room. And you should put on something sexy,” an unfamiliar guy spoke up and turned to walk away, but I stopped him.

“Go tell your boss… FUCK HIM!” I slammed the door in his face. I strode back to my bed and lay down, waiting patiently for the worst to happen.