Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I hastily ran into the car and sat beside Idris in the backseat. I leaned toward the window to check out my surroundings and I wasn’t mistaken.

Because he was wearing his favorite black high-knee boots and his cologne, there was no doubt it was him. I can recognize it anywhere. I’ve lived with him for so many years.

He slowly turned around, and I clearly saw his face. He stood there with his gaze wandering around as if he also felt my presence. Just when his gaze averted to my direction, I fell back into the car seat. I breathed out in relief.

“What the heck is he doing here? Did he find out where I am?”

After a few minutes, I raised my head to peek out and my soul instantly left my body when I saw him approaching my direction.

“Doven! What’s going on? Can you move the car?” I shrieked, fear crawling all over my body. I’m doomed if Dominic finds me here. “Doven…!” Why did the car have to break down now of all times, why?

Doven flashed me his usual smile and hopped into the driver’s seat, putting on his seatbelt. He glanced at me, “I was fixing the car. Thank goodness I got it fixed anyway.” He turned on the car and began driving away.

My eyes never left the window as I saw Dominic hastily walking in my direction. Suddenly, a familiar guy, who I assumed was Michael, ran up to him and stopped him midway, whispering something in his ear. They both turned back and walked into the club.

My hand flew to my chest, “Pheww…!” I breathed out the breath I never knew I was holding all this while. I turned towards Idris and pulled him closer to my body, as my brain ran wild with thoughts.

Like; How did he know I was in Italy, and what was he doing in the club? That means this place is no longer safe for me to stay. Should I leave? But where will I go?NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

So many questions running crazily in my head, and no doubt about Dominic finding me one day, that I’m very sure of. Please, God, I don’t want to go back to that beast.

“Aunt, where are we going?” Idris raised his head and his sparkling gaze met mine. I never knew I was staring at him while lost in thoughts.

I sighed, “We are going to meet your new friend, Mr. Derek, remember?” I smoothed his hair.

He nodded his head and there was silence between us for some time. I observed his facial expressions; he wasn’t sad, neither was he scared. I was glad I had earned his trust; that made him look so calm and relaxed.

“Will Momma meet us there?”

The moment those words rolled out of his lips, it felt like realization struck me so hard in my head and I remembered that Candy was still back there in the club and Dominic was also there. Oh, God! This is bad.

Holy shit! This is such a big mess! “Doven, can you drive back to the club!” I asked with a shaking voice, praying deep down he would grant my request.

He let out a soft chuckle, turning the car steering wheel in a different direction, “No way, we’re already halfway there.”

He politely declined and it felt like a sword was pierced into my heart. I was already trembling because I knew what that beast was capable of doing to Candy if he set his eyes on her.

“Did you forget anything back in the club?

“Yes,” I lied, “And it’s important.” I quickly added.

“Well… Don’t worry. Whatever it is, it will still be in good shape until you return.”

My fingers clenched onto my dress as if I was going to rip it off. I was anxious. That son of a bitch! Now I wished I never stopped Candy from killing him. This was what Candy was scared of, now her worst nightmare is about to become a reality. And she will forever hold me responsible.

“Oh no…. she has to leave that club as soon as possible. Yes, let me give her a call to leave.”

I retrieved my phone from my handbag and dialed her number. Her phone was ringing but she was not answering. I think she’s still on stage, dancing.

But nevertheless, I continued calling non-stop. After the last call, I decided to send her a message. “CANDY! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE THE CLUB AS SOON AS YOU CAN.” I typed and sent it, praying inwardly that she would reply shortly, but she never did.

I kept on sending countless messages to her, and finally, Doven stopped right in front of the tallest building I had ever seen before.

We got out of the car, and Doven led Idris into the building while I trailed behind, still restless.

Well-armed men were positioned at every corner of the building. Different types of cars were lined up in a row, and no doubt everywhere was truly beautiful but not as beautiful as Derek’s home though.

At every split second, I checked my phone filled with expectations. Not even a call from Candy, I really hope that she’s okay.

But how then would I know if she is, when she hasn’t picked up my endless calls or at least replied to my numerous messages? God, please keep her safe, if not for me but for her child.

We entered a large space which I assumed was the sitting area and I saw some old men drinking and engrossed in their conversations. They never noticed our presence.

And my gaze wandered around, wondering where Derek had gone, because I couldn’t find him there. I walked towards a framed photo of an old man who looked so much like Derek.

They both had the same eyes and smile. I was stunned to see the old man sitting in a wheelchair; I think he was paralyzed. Three other men were standing behind him too.

But no doubt he looked as handsome as Derek. Are they somehow related?” I wondered.

“Doven, what took you so long?” I heard a familiar voice, and I turned and saw Derek walking down the stairs with his hands stuck in his pockets, flashing me a soft smile.

Doven slightly bowed, “Sorry boss, something came up and I had to attend to it.” He spared me a glance and I muttered ‘please’ moving my lips.

Derek turned towards me, ignoring Doven, “Come on, my father is waiting to meet you.” He crossed his arms over his chest, flashing me a smile.