Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I ran toward Candy to help her, but to my dismay, “Joanne! I can do this all by myself!!” She screamed which made me drop right on my track.

I watched as she struggled with him to free herself, but his grip was too tight on her hair, which made her unable to fight him anymore. Rather she was so focused on getting his hands off her hair; that he was pulling it like he wanted to rip her skull apart.

“Candy….” I trailed off when a painful groan escaped her lips, as her bloodshot eyes almost fell from Her eye socket. Numerous veins were visible on her neck and arms, as she struggled non-stop.

Suddenly she gathered all the strength she could muster, as she swirled and her toe mercilessly made its way right under his dick.

“Urgh!!!” His hands speedily let go of her hair, and flew down to his dick, as he kept groaning in pain. “You bitch! Fuck!” He hissed in pain.

Candy seized the opportunity of his weak state and rushed toward him like an angry cat and pounds on his body immediately. She began to punch his face, nose, and lips with her fisted fingers continuously without giving him space to breathe.

The rage in her eyes was visible. Her body was vibrating, as each punch she unleashed on him, felt like life was slipping away from him. His face was covered with blood yet Candy didn’t stop punching, which left him with no other choice but to beg for mercy.

“Gar—dy… Please!!” He began to cry, as fresh tears streamed down his jaws. But I doubt if he will ever get the mercy he was looking for.

Because the Candy in front of me right now was totally different. She looked like an angry beast feasting on her prey. Her strong first was hard like a rock, and her gaze was cold, which was clouded with pains and the mystery of agony.

But why does she look like someone whose scars have been reopened? Whose past was right in front of her eyes? Whose mended heart has been shattered?

Why? Why? Why? This was the question I kept asking myself. Does it have anything to do with Dominic? Did they share the past together?

Before I knew it, she stormed toward me still effortlessly maintaining her cold expression, and I quickly began to amble backward in fear, as my back hit the pole. She stood in front of me and suddenly yanked the gun I was holding away from my grip.

“Gardy,” I whispered. And for the first time in months, her name rolled out correctly from my lips, without sounding weird in my ears.

I watched her storm back to where Micheal was laying on the ground groaning in pain. He was laying still like a long wood because he was too weak to move a finger, with his eyes tightly shut. Sincerely Candy really dealt with his face beyond recognition. Blood was dripping from his freshly wounded face.

Candy bent over dipped her hands into his pant pocket and retrieved a gun

Her hands wrapped around the gun, as she pointed it in his direction. Hastily his eyes flew open. He began to move his body, and tried to get off the ground, as he stretched out his hands; like a defense.

“Gar—dy. Ple—please.” He sputtered, pleading. A glint of fear flashed through his eyes, as he joined his both palms together. “I won’t say a word to anybody.” He quickly added.

Candy let out a peal of sarcastic laughter, and she tightened her grip firmly around the gun. “And you think I’m going to bargain to that? Micheal, I know you knew me just like the back of your palms. But the Gardy you knew had long gone, buried and rotten. The Gardy you know, had been long forgotten and I want it to remain that way. And for me to achieve that, you have to die!” She stated in a cold voice.

Poor Micheal was already shivering like a child being scolded by his mother. That was my first time seeing a full-grown man crying like a baby because it felt like all hope was gone for him. Because of the Candy standing in front of him, I doubt if she was the same loving Candy I met 2months away.

“I-I pro-promise wit-with my life, I won’t say a word. Please believe me.” He pleaded desperately, with his head slightly bowed.

Candy paid deaf ears to him please and quickly made to pull the trigger but I ran and hugged her back, resting my head on her neck with my arms wrapped around her.

“Please don’t kill him.” I calmly muttered. Deep down I really don’t know why I’m pleading on his behalf but I felt it was right to do so. “Let him go, please,” I added.

But Candy angrily unwrapped my arms around her and slightly pushed me away, which made me stand in front of her

“You are talking nonsense! I can’t risk the life of my son just because of him!” She screamed at my face, shaking my shoulders with both hands.

My face screwed up in confusion, “I don’t understand. But I thought he was Idris’s father.” I said, staring at her face, which was void of all emotions.

She chuckled drying, “You will never understand. Just let me…..” She trailed off the moment she pushed me off her path and made to pull the trigger at Micheal. But was shocked to see he was no longer there. He ran away. “Where is he?” She whispered to herself and glanced around, but I heard her.

“I think he ran away,” I said and glanced around too.

She suddenly sent me a murderous glare, “You see what you caused! It was all your fault that he ran away!” She accused me and screamed in my face.

“But—”

“Shut up!” Her voice angrily snapped at me. “You know what? Just stay away from me!” She added, before walking out on me, leaving me behind.

_Are my daydreaming or what? Why do I feel like my heart is ripped apart? Why does it hurt so bad? _

I watched as she stormed away with so much rage in her heart, without sparing me a glare. And it hurt to know I’m the cause of her acting this way.

“You are still here?” I turned to see Doven standing beside me. “Mob is waiting at home.” At the mention of Derek, another burden of anxiety washed through me.

“Is Derek Okay? How is he doing? Hope the bullet didn’t affect him much?” I rained numerous questions on him, waiting impatiently for his response.

“Let’s go.” That was the only thing he said before we both rushed into the car and zoomed off.

Within 1 hour, we finally arrived at the mansion. I couldn’t wait for him to pack at the garage, as I forced him to stop me in the middle of the mansion.

I ran like a mad woman into the main building, ignoring the greeting I was receiving from Derek’s men along the way of the corridor.

I ran into my room, with the thought of him waiting in my room. But was disappointed when I found no one there. I quickly ran out and bumped into Diane at my doorstep.

“Where is Derek!” I hastily asked, ignoring the disdained look on her face.

“Do I look like his keeper?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes afterward.

I grabbed her both arms, “Please Diane. Derek needs me now, please!” I pleaded with desperation lensing in my voice. I just can’t help it. I want to see my Derek.

“No! He deserves to die!” She flared and harshly pushed my hands away from her body. “You can search the whole house if you want. But you will never find him, because I made sure of that.” She leaned over and whispered in my ears, and began walking away.

“What the hell are you saying, Diane!” I roughly clasped her right arm and pulled her back to me. “Where is Derek?!” I yelled at her face, while she burst into laughter. “I don’t have your time now.” I shook my head and pushed her and she landed so hard on her ass.

I ran outside the building in search of Derek’s men, they might perhaps know where he Was. But to my dismay, I found everywhere dried up. Not even a single soul was seen. I was thunderstruck for a few minutes as I wondered where they might have gone to.

My eyes kept wandering around, as I walked into the garage in search of Doven. But I never found him there, and not even his car was seen.

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“Woah…!” I heard Diana exclaim, clapping her hands together, with a smirk playing on her lower lips.

“Searching for his men? Oh… I forgot to tell you.” She stopped clapping and placed her Index finger on her jaws; like she was thinking. ” I gave them all a day off, and they gladly left.” She flashed me a fake smile.

My breath quickened, “Who are you?” The rage that was boiling inside of me was like a hot volcano.

She suddenly let out a loud laugh, clingy on her stomach so tightly for 10 minutes. While I clutched my fingers in a fist, I compelled the thoughts of banging her head on the wall till she lost conscience.

“Are you really asking me that? Of course, I’m his cook. What else do you want to know.” She sneered.

“Where is Derek” I demanded coldly, but deep down, fear sprinkled at the base of my being.

“You really need to find him fast.”

My nerves were on fire, as I felt the tingling coarse through me because of each word she uttered.

“The last time I saw him, he was covered with blood with holes all over his body. And he was begging to be saved. You need to find him fast.”

My stomach, leg, and inside turn to jelly. Adrenaline shot through my system, as fear rushed over me, a dank suffocating wave.

_I need to find Derek at all costs. He can’t die, please. _