Deadly Obsession - Chapter 16 (Patreon)

Romelo

I step through the door of Luca's home. He sent me a message, telling me he wanted to speak to me alone. I keep wondering what it could possibly be about. Everything at the moment is good. We’re safe from outside threats, rounds are going perfectly, nothing seemed to be out of sorts.

I walk under the archway, leading into the living room, and pause. Luca is sitting with Elise, and they're playing with Luciano. I study them closely, watching Luca's face. He looks genuinely happy. Something that I haven't seen from him in a long time. He’s always been cool and reserved, giving off a dangerous aura. But now, when he’s in his home, with his wife and son his guard is completely down.

He has Luciano in his arms, lightly tossing him in the air, bringing him back to his face. Luciano's eyes light up and a loud giggle escapes his lips. And Luca smiles back. It’s strange to see him so loving and attentive.

My gaze focuses on Luciano. He’s the spitting image of his mother. It’s unnerving seeing the future Capo so small and innocent; oblivious to the future that awaits him. One day those innocent eyes will be filled with blood and death, just like his father’s. Luca brings Luciano down, placing a light kiss on his cheek and handing him over to Elise.

"I'll see you soon," he says to her as they both stand. She nods her head and he gives her a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. Luca makes his way over to me, and gone is the family man I just witnessed.

"Come on," he says as he passes me. I hesitate for a moment but follow him anyway. We go into his office and he closes the door behind him. I look around for Nicolai, but he is nowhere to be found.

"Is Nicolai running late again?" I ask. Luca scoffs taking a seat behind his desk and shakes his head.

"No. Nicolai won't be joining us. I wanted to talk to you. Alone," he says. I slowly take a seat, trying not to let my nerves show. Luca sits there and stares me down long and hard.

"Do you want to marry Charlie?" he asks. I'm completely caught off guard by his words.

"What?" I ask, confusion plastered on my face.

"Do you want to marry her, Romelo? Because there are other opportunities we can have for immunity." I sit back in my seat. No one had asked me if I wanted to. And I haven’t thought about it.

"Why are you asking me this?" I ask. Luca shrugs sitting back in his seat, thinking before he responds.

"When my father told me that I was going to be married off, I was furious. I mean, you know that of course. But my point is that I don't want you to marry her because you think I want you to," he says looking at me.

His words make me think. All the time I’ve had her, I’ve taken care of her. She’s already been mine since I killed my parents. I’ve always known that. Marrying her would only make it public. I would have to put on a facade in the public eye, especially with her being the senator’s daughter. Am I ready for that kind of commitment?

Luca seems to be reading my thoughts.

"The engagement isn't real until I officially declare it. We can call it off anytime. Before I do, if this isn't what you want then don't do it. I know how you get sometimes. And if you grow to resent her, you may end up killing her. And that would be worse than letting her go," he says watching me with level eyes. Luca knows me better than anyone. And he knows how I lose control. If I hate Charlie for this marriage, I may end up losing control and killing her.

I shake my head at the thought trying to reassure Luca.

"I'm fine, Luca. I can handle her," I say. Luca nods his head slightly.

"Once this thing is official, there will be a spotlight on you. You'll have to be someone we both know you're not. You'll have to be much more careful. Are you sure you can handle that?

I nod my head.

"Of course." He studies me. Not moving an inch, just staring. I know he's wondering whether of not he can take my word for it. He knows me. I've said something like this before and lost control. Being who he is, Luca is constantly in the spotlight of the world. Of course, people speculate of what his real job is, but no one ever really asks and investigates, and for good reason too. The last reporter that tried ended up dead. And that was a warning to the media to mind their own business.

But Luca is the one that is in the spotlight. Sometimes it’s even Nicolai. But it’s never been me. They’re used to putting up the looks for the world. I’m not

Ok.”

Luca’s words pull me out of my thoughts.

“Next week we’ll have an engagement party to formally announce the news to the family.” Now I can no longer keep a blank expression.

“Why?” I ask. Luca only smiles.

“You’re marrying the senator’s daughter,” he says standing from his seat. He walks around placing his hand on my shoulder.

“And I have to give my best friend an engagement party. It’s not like you’re ever getting married again, right?”

* * * * *

I make it home just as the sun begins setting behind the clouds, casting an orange glow. I step into the house, going in search of Charlie. The house is silent, so I know she isn’t watching TV. I make my way into the library but it’s empty. I frown.

"Charlie,” I call out. I pause waiting for an answer, but I get none. I can feel my irritation beginning to grow. She knows better than this. I walk around to the back of the house, and pause when I pass by the large window in the kitchen.

Charlie is in the backyard, sitting on the tree swing. I made that a long time ago for her when we were both young. There was a large tree in the backyard, so I drilled a hole in the branch, and tied the rope and the plank. She played on that thing everyday for six months.

And now she's sitting in it, leaning against the rope. Her long chocolate hair is falling partially in her face, and her head is down. She's not gazing at anything in particular. She's spaced out wearing a beige sun dress, so her slender legs are visible.

I can't help but admire her beauty. She’s stunning without even trying to be. Everything about her is natural. And once we’re married, she’ll be mine unconditionally. I think a small part of me wants this marriage as an excuse to keep her around forever. I thought about getting rid of her over the years, but could never go through with it. And now, I’m officially stuck with her. But I don’t mind. Not at all.

My gaze wanders to the large diamond that rests on her finger. I’m going to marry her in two months. And the whole world will know.

I pull my jacket off, stepping out the back door. Charlie looks up once she hears the door open, her wide blue eyes capturing me like they always do. Such a pretty color. She moves to stand, but I hold my hand up, causing her to remain seated.

As I get closer, I can see the fear clouding her gaze. I smile. I've always ruled with fear. Fear is my accomplice with everything that I do. I never feel fear. I control it. I slowly push her hair out of her face, enjoying the feel of her silky strands running through my fingers.

"What are you doing out here?" I ask. I'm genuinely curious. Charlie hasn't been outdoors in a long time. She mostly stays inside.

"I just wanted to feel the sun," she whispers looking away from me. As she looks down I can see her thick lashes lightly brushing her cheeks with each blink. I bring my hand to her cheek, running my thumb back and forth over her jaw. Her skin is so soft. I kneel so that I'm eye-level with her.

"You know what I want to feel?" I murmur, while lightly tugging at the strap on her dress. I look up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes are so wide.

"You."

* * * * *

Sometimes, I just want to hear her moans. Her sighs and cries. And know that I'm the only person that can give her that. My cock is throbbing, but I ignore it as I feel her heels digging into my back.

Her nails rake the sheets as I lick between her legs. Each time I press against her clit, she arches her back and moans aloud. I move and begin placing kisses along her torso, moving up so that I'm making my way to her breasts. I take her in between my lips, and I feel her hands running through my hair. That's how I know I have her.

She's so deep in pleasure she's forgetting who's giving it to her. She puts her hands on me without fear or reservation. While she's still moaning in pleasure, I press the tip of my cock against her wet entrance, pushing in at a slow pace until I'm fully sheathed. I can feel her tight muscles around me, and I shudder in pleasure.

Her hands move up my back, and I can feel her nails lightly raking against my back. I set the pace, slowly pulling out just to push back in, and with each movement, I get a small gasp. I reach around me, grabbing her hands to pin them above her head. She doesn't seem to notice. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is parted in pleasure. There's a light rosy blush on her cheeks.

I lean into her as I thrust in and out, placing a kiss against her lips. She kisses me back with equal intensity. She's in full-blown pleasure now. My eyes travel to the tattoo on her throat with my name. It lights something in me.

"You're mine, Charlie," I growl. I thrust really hard, and she opens her eyes immediately in shock. I reach up placing my hand over her throat.

"You do know that don't you?" she immediately nods her head, vigorously. But it's not enough for me.

"Tell me,” I say. When she opens her mouth, I thrust really hard, and instead of words, I get a loud groan. I smile down at her.

"I can't understand that Charlie," I say. I speed up my pace when I feel her inner muscles beginning to spasm, squeezing me tightly.

"Yes!" She screams just as her orgasm hits. I keep fucking her through it, and it takes my all my willpower not to cum with her. I focus on her face. Her cheeks are a deep red blush. Her mouth is open, and her eyes are shut tight. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling as she takes breaths through her climax. She's fucking beautiful. And she's mine.

She comes down from her orgasm, and after a moment she opens her eyes. She looks up at me, and I can see the dread that floods her gaze. She knows. I reach down, pushing her hair out of her face.

"I'm not done with you yet," I whisper.

~

Charlie's limp body lays atop mine. We were both in the tub. The warm water is soothing. I slowly run my finger up and down her torso. I don't know what it is, but I love bathing with her. Ever since that day, when I discovered who she truly was, being in the bath with her soothes me.

Her breathing is light. I may have taken it too far with her tonight. I stare mesmerized at the bruising already forming on her body. I smile to myself as I recall her cries for mercy. Call me a sadist, and I will gladly admit to that fact. No one's screams compared to Charlie's. Sometimes when I bring different women home, I try and make them scream. I get them too, but it doesn't give me the same rush I get when I hear Charlie's. Hers are so pure.

She tenses on top of me when I let a small laugh escape. I push her thick locks away from her shoulder, placing a light kiss on it.

"Don't worry, I'm done with you for the night." I trace a circle on her shoulder.

Besides, I have the rest of our lives to hear her screams. I give a laugh-filled with pleasure at the thought, and I can feel her shudder.

"Till death do us part, right?"

* * * * *

Charlie.

I haven't smiled this much, or this long for as long as I can remember. And it’s all fake. Apparently, my father's party wasn't enough. Here we are a week later at the Pasquino's listening to people tell us how happy they are for our marriage.

Some people seem genuinely shocked at the idea of Romelo tying the knot. They look at me like I’m crazy. If only they knew that I’m being forced into this decision. If only they knew that I am the trigger that caused Romelo to brutally murder his parents.

It’s interesting seeing Romelo in this environment. All the people here fear him. They know his true nature and who he is, so he’s pretending tonight. He’s hard and cold. If someone speaks for him too long, irritation plasters on his face and they don’t stay for much longer.

Not only that, but his possessiveness has reached its peak tonight. He has yet to let me wander.

"I never thought I'd see the day." A man is speaking to Romelo next to me, and he doesn't look interested in the least. My eyes wander around the home that is Luca's. It’s more like a mansion. How could only two people live here? And what do they do with all the room? This is like something you'd see in a magazine. Or on TV.

Luca is obviously a man that likes to flaunt what he has. My gaze travels over the room and I see Luca speaking to someone. Elise is a few feet away from him, talking to a boy. He nods his head in understanding as she animatedly explains something to him.

"Romelo!" I jump as one of Romelo's friends comes at us with a big smile on his face. It's Nicolai. I recognize him from when Luca was missing. He has a large smile plastered on his face, and a deep set of dimples are appearing.

"You know, for some reason I thought you weren't going to show tonight," he smiles. As he speaks, I can't help but notice how jolly and carefree he is. What must it be like to be friends with someone like Romelo, and still keep a happy spirit?

"And you must be the infamous Charlie,” he smiles at me. He reaches out, grabbing my hand to place a soft kiss on my knuckles. I feel my cheeks burn at the intimate gesture, and look at Romelo in fear. But he has irritation at Nicolai on his face.

"Stop fucking around," he growls. Nicolai only laughs, not at all fazed by Romelo's sour mood.

"Hey, don't be such a bitch. We went through a lot of planning to make this party happen just for you," he pouts. He turns his blue gaze on me.

"I just want to say, wow. You are gorgeous. It's no wonder Romelo kept you to himself all these years," he chuckles. A gasp escapes my lips and I'm sure Romelo is about to kill him, but he does the last thing I ever expected. He smiles.

"Ha. You're a fucking comedian," he says grabbing me and brushing past Nicolai.

"Aw come on, Rome don't be like that!" he calls after us. I gaze back at him, but Romelo's voice is like a whip.

"Don't look back you'll encourage him," he hisses.

The night drags on, and I learn more and more about Romelo that I never knew. It really feels like the only people in this room that aren't uneasy around him are Luca and Nicolai. And he seems to be ok with that.

After hours of standing and talking and dancing, Luca and Elise make their way towards us.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Luca asks. He completely disregards my existence, only speaking to Romelo.

"Elise was about to go check on Luciano, she wants Charlie to go with her," he says. Romelo doesn't hesitate. For the first time tonight, he lets go of me.

"Of course."

Luca leads me and Elise to the edge of the ballroom and grabbing ahold of Elise's arm, his whole demeanor changes. He holds her close to his body as he growls something to her. She stares at him with wide eyes and nods her head. Luca says something that causes her to repeat the action. After a moment, he nods his head, and places a quick kiss on her lips, turning away from her and brushing right past me without so much as a sideways glance.

Elise doesn't give me time to dwell on it before she's dragging me to the other side of the house.

* * * * *

I gaze in awe at the room. This is a nursery? The color scheme is creamy white and there are all kinds of toys and cabinets and bins for baby things. Elise is standing as she holds her baby close to her body. She looks at me with a smile.

"Do you want to hold him?" she asks. I shake my head vigorously with wide eyes. She laughs at my reaction.

"Are you scared?"

"I just don't know how to hold one. I don't want to hurt him." She laughs again as if it's the funniest thing she's ever heard.

"You won't hurt him. Luciano's a happy baby too. So he rarely cries. Come on, I'll show you." She smiles at me, motioning for me to sit in the rocking chair. I slowly sit, and Elise hands me her bundle of joy. He's light. Lighter than I anticipated. And so very warm.

"And you just hold his head there." Elise talks me through holding him, and before I know it, I'm smiling down at him. And he's gazing up at me with the brightest set of gray eyes I have ever seen.

"He's beautiful," I murmur. I look up at Elise.

"He looks just like you," I say. He really does. He has her soft features. He's going to be a heartbreaker when he grows up.

"Thank you," she smiles.

"So how are you enjoying the party?" she asks.

"I don't know… It's different," I answer truthfully.

"I know that feeling all too well. Don't worry. Most of these people are here anyway because they're afraid. And curious."

"Curious?"

"Yeah. They want to see the woman that tamed the beast," she says as if it's obvious.

"Tame is over exaggerating a little don't you think?" Elise giggles at my words.

"Definitely. It's just surprising for some people you know? Romelo's whole reputation began when Luca made him a part of his elite team. Right after he killed his parents. And it only grew from there. So when you showed up, and Romelo is getting married of all people, they believe it's some kind of magical power you have. They just don't know it's because he's making you," she says bitterly.

"I remember my engagement party. I had just met Luca that same day." I gaze at her in shock.

"How did you manage?" She looks at me and shrugs.

"I didn't. Luca did. He was the perfect man in front of everyone." She gets quiet as if remembering something. Luciano starts moaning in my arms, and Elise quickly takes him from me, rocking him into a slumber.

"Luca doesn't seem to like me," I say. Elise laughs.

"It's not you, it's me," she says. I stare at her in confusion.

"He doesn't like the fact that I like you so much. I always bother him about you coming over." She laughs, but I can see hear the nervousness in her voice.

"I don't really have any friends," she says as she walks towards the crib.

"And I was hoping we could be friends. And that makes him uneasy," she says as she lays Luciano down.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, I haven't made any new friends since my cousin passed. She was my only friend, until her death." I let out a small gasp.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry," I say. Elise only shrugs though. I feel like there's something more to it, otherwise, why would the thought of Elise making a friend make Luca uneasy?

"How'd she pass, if you don't mind me asking?" I say. Elise seems to be thinking about her answer, but she comes to a conclusion.

"Luca killed her."