Deadly Obsession - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Romelo

“I just want to express my gratitude to everyone that has stood by me all this time. For those that never gave up. To all of you that put your lives on the line for what we stand for, and keeping the North alive.”

Luca stands at the front of the room, speaking to every single person that was a part of the North Mob. He’s back, he’s alive and well, and now everyone is relieved and can finally take a breath. He looks great. Other than the new scar he sports on his face, you would never even know he had a near death experience.

Cries of triumph and excitement rise throughout the room, and I realize Luca’s ended the meeting. Now everyone can get back to normal. No more skating on thin ice. We are officially in the clear. The room clears out leaving me and Nicolai alone with Luca.

It’s always been the three of us. Nicolai stands to leave but I stop him.

“Wait… I have something to say.”

Nicolai quirks a brow at me in confusion and I stand walking to where Luca is standing with is back to us.

“What is it?” he asks as he turns to face me. I clear my throat and for once in a very long time, I feel a small inkling of fear for my Capo.

I’ve kept a secret from him. A pretty big secret. And now after years of hiding her, I’m telling him.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you, Luca.”

He raises a brow at me and begins walking out of the room.

“We can discuss it in my office,” he calls over his shoulder. I look at Nicolai who only shrugs and we both follow Luca out of the meeting room.

“So, what’s the big news,” Nicolai asks on the way. I look at him in irritation. It’s just like him to be so impatient.

“You’ll hear it when we both get to his office,” I growl.

Originally my plan was to tell Luca only. But Nicolai has already seen Charlie so I figure why not just let them both know? We round the corner just in time to see Luca smiling down at Elise and their son. I can’t help but feel a small sense of joy at the sight. Luca is happy and Elise is safe at home with him where she belongs.

Luca murmurs something to her and she nods her head as he gives her a soft kiss on her forehead before continuing to his office. Elise passes by Nicolai and I and gives us both a kind smile as we pass.

We both nod in respect as she passes. We rarely ever exchange words with her. We, on several occasions, have heard different stories about her. We’ve also seen her with Luca but still we never speak. Or rather, I never did. Nicolai has a natural talent for speaking with people.

We enter Luca’s office and he motions for us to close the door before taking a seat behind his desk.

“What’s on your mind.”

I clear my throat once again before speaking.

“I have something to tell you, Capo. Something I’ve been keeping from you since the day you asked me to join your group,” I say.

I keep my eyes lined to Luca’s and he angles his head slightly, studying me.

“What is it?”

I take a seat and explain the whole situation to him down to the smallest detail. He keeps a straight face the entire time, listening and nodding his head occasionally. When I finally finish he looks away from me focusing on the far wall. Finally, a small smile cracks his lips then he laughs.

“God, Romelo you had me worried. I thought it was something serious,” he says. I stare at him in confusion.

“What?” I ask. He looks at me, shaking his head.

“Romelo. Your personal life is just that. Personal. I can’t be mad at you for keeping it that way. In fact, I’m shocked you’ve kept her alive all this time. I thought you hated women. What’s so different about this one? The fact that she paraded as a boy all those years?” he jokes.

I hear Nicolai next to me chuckling as well.

“Wait. How did you not know he was a she? And how the hell did you even find out? When you realized she was getting breasts?”

He laughs but Luca is watching me expectantly as if he really wants to know the answer.

“She... started her period.. in my bed.” Nicolai makes a vomiting sound effect next to me and Luca sits back in his chair.

“Oh shit,” he laughs.

Nicolai claps me hard on the shoulder.

“Good thing you don’t have any issues with blood huh?” he laughs. I roll my eyes.

“I’m glad I can be your source of humor today,” I say bitterly. Nicolai is dying of laughter next to me but Luca regains his composure much quicker.

“So.. you’ve kept her hidden away all these years.. with no human contact?” Luca asks.

I nod my head.

“I was hoping that you and Elise could meet her.. speak with her,” I say. Luca shrugs sitting back in his chair.

“Why now of all times?” he asks.

“I don’t know…,” I say honestly. The idea just popped into my head one day, when I realized Luca may die without knowing of my secret. Nicolai pipes up next to me.

“Holy shit! She’s the one with the eyes and the hair?” he asks. Luca looks at him in confusion.

“While you were unconscious, Nicolai came over. And she was out while he was there,” I clarify for Luca. Nicolai doesn’t shut up though.

“Luca you’ve got to see this girl, she’s a real looker,” he says. I narrow my eyes at him and he holds his hands up in surrender, finally realizing he’s irritating me.

“How about next week Elise and I will come over and meet her. I can leave Elise and her alone to get to know each other. Elise is very good with women in her... situation.” Luca says.

“She’s not dangerous is she?” he asks, his tone serious.

“No not at all,” I say. Charlie is many things, but dangerous is not one of them. I have her trained to fear even the thought of rebellion.

“So, is this the girl you’ve been going on all your dates with?” he asks. I glare at him but he continues to laugh in my face. So I quickly stand to leave.

“Hey now, Romelo, Come on. Don’t be like that,” he complains.

I ignore him as I make my way to the door, pausing before leaving.

“Thank you, Luca,” I say. I then proceed to leave, making my way home.

~

I step into the house and it’s silent. Which means one of two things. Charlie is either sleeping or reading. Ever since I taught her she’s been obsessed with it. I step past the library and I don’t see her so I go look for her in the bedrooms. I know without a doubt she isn’t in my bedroom.

Sure enough, I find her in her own room fast asleep. She’s wearing a pair of underwear and a tank top, the tank top riding up so that I could see the now white brand on her ribs. Her dark brown curls are sprawled around her, taking up the bed and her face is smooth of emotion as she sleeps.

She’s beautiful. She’s matured from a lanky child to a beautiful woman. And she’s all mine. It’s taken a lot of time and effort, but every part of her belongs to me.

My will is her will. My wants and needs are hers as well. There are no in betweens. She obeys me without question and I like having that authority over her. The real question is, how much longer do I plan on keeping her? What even is my end game when it comes to her?

I gently shake her awake and she moans lightly, the sound sending a rush of blood to my cock. After a few seconds, her eyes flutter open to reveal those deep aqua eyes I’ve become so accustomed to.

She looks around in confusion, before her eyes land on me. I see the flash of fear in her gaze before she slowly sits up in bed , her curly hair falling over her shoulder.

“Hi,” she whispers looking down.

I don’t speak as I grab her hand and lead her out of the room and into the bathroom. I silently start to fill the tub, turning to face her as the water rises. She knows the routine as she moves to stand in front of me. Tonight, however, I just want to look at her.

I pull the tank top over her head and her pert breasts fall out of the thin fabric. I then reach around the waistband of her thin panties, pulling them down as well so that she is naked in front of me.

She doesn’t move as I gently caress her breast, letting my hand run down her waist. Over the years her body has filled out. No more jutting bones, just luscious flesh. I run my fingers over the brand on her side. Sometimes I think about giving her another one. It looks so good on her flesh once it heals. But then I think back to the healing process. She was sick for months.

I reach up, placing my thumb against her collar for it to scan my print. Then I unlock it pulling it off her throat, revealing my name along her neck. I run my finger over it. Her breathing catches. I know she’s afraid.

“You’re beautiful,” I say. I don’t expect a response from her. I stand slowly, and watch her head slowly crane to keep eye contact with me. My gaze travels from her eyes to her lush lips. I dip my head, capturing her lips between mine and she kisses me back. She always does.

I dip my fingers between her legs and sure enough she’s wet. I smile to myself pulling away from the kiss.

“Go wait for me,” I say. She nods her head following my command easy.

I pull my clothes off and follow suit, enjoying the steaming water as it envelopes my body. I pull Charlie atop me.

“What’d you do today?” I ask. I begin tracing a pattern on her thigh, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my finger.

“I read a book,” she whispers.

“What book did you read?”

“It was about a girl that had to move during the dust bowl.. and try and make a living in a foreign place.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“That’s good,” I mumble.

“Is that all?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“I.. watched tv. And I rode my bike around the property,” she says. I chuckle to myself.

“Well no wonder you were sleeping so early.” She doesn’t respond.

“Did you eat?” I ask. I make sure that she eats every day. I never wanted her to be as starved as she was all those years ago when I thought she was a boy. The pained look on her face will never be there again for hunger.

“Yes.”

“Did you eat a lot?” I clarify.

“Yes.”

“Good. I spoke to Luca today.” Her whole demeanor shifts and she turns to look at me in the water, straddling my body.

“You did?”

“Yes. I told him about you.” Her eyes light up in excitement.

“He wants to meet you. Actually, he wants Elise to meet you. Next week.”

She lets out a small laugh.

“Really?”

I nod my head. Her smile grows even larger and I see tears brimming over.

“What if.. what if she thinks I’m weird?”

“Charlie. You’re a lot of things, but ‘weird’ as you so eloquently put it is not one of them. She will love you. Just be yourself,” I say trying to ease her nerves.

She nods her head slowly. I reach over, grabbing a towel and lathering soap all over her body. I begin to bathe her. Afterwards I wash her hair and once we’re both cleaned, I lead her into the living room, where I take a seat in the single couch chair, and she sits at my feet.

I hand her the book we’ve been working on, and begin brushing out her wild curls as I listen to her read to me. It’s something we make sure to do weekly to keep her mind sharp. In this moment, I feel at ease. Calm. I know it won’t last long though. These are one of those rare moments. So, I sit back and enjoy it for what it is. A moment.

~

Charlie

I hardly see Romelo. He’s gone when I wake up in the morning, and he’s not home until late in the evening. I wake up, walking down the stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast, pausing in fear when I see a woman already here.

She was just like Romelo’s type. Blonde, big breasts, blue eyes. She’s sitting at the table eating yogurt. I hadn’t heard Romelo come home last night. But I’m guessing she explains why he didn’t get me out of my room last night. I immediately turn away from her to leave the kitchen, but it’s too late. She’s seen me.

“Who the hell are you?” she snaps. I turn to her slowly. Fear beginning to beat its way into my chest. I look around the room in search of Romelo, but he’s nowhere to be found.

“Excuse me. I asked you a fucking question,” the woman snaps at me.

“I’m the... maid,” I say awkwardly.

“Are you?” I tense when I hear Romelo’s voice behind me as he walks into the kitchen. I look at him and he’s smirking at me in amusement.

“I don’t recall having a maid around here,” he says as he walks towards the blonde. She stares at him in shock then looks at me in hatred.

“Then who the fuck is this?” she snaps. Romelo doesn’t even respond to her. He places his hand behind her head and smashes her face into the granite countertop. We both cry out in shock. She sits up, and there is blood gushing from her nose.

“A hell of a lot better than you are sweetheart. Now. Get the fuck out of my house,” he growls.

The blonde doesn’t waste anytime. She gets up, and sprints out of the kitchen, leaving me and Romelo alone. He finally looks at me, and I wish I could leave as well.

His face is blank of any emotion.

“What did I tell you to do when I have company?” he growls. My eyes widen.

“I didn’t know.. I’m sorry. I didn’t even know you were here,” I say. He’s not listening though. He’s walking towards me until he’s standing over me.

“I have the day off,” he says. He reaches for a strand of my hair, playing with it.

“And since you can’t seem to follow rules, It seems that you are going to have to be my entertainment for today.” My body is already vibrating in fear.

“Wait.. Romelo, I’m sorry.. I didn’t know..” I try and plead to whatever humanity he has in him.

“Shhh..” He says. I try my best to slow my breathing but it gets faster and faster. 

I'm terrified.