Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“That was the day you kidnapped her,” Enrico says.

“No, it wasn’t,” Arlo says.

“It was the first day I raped her against her will. The same day she signed the contract,” Matteo finishes.

I knew it. I knew he had fucked me that night in the dungeon. They were trying to protect me this whole time. Not that it matters. We are all going to die anyway.

Enrico turns from them to me. His nostrils are flared, his face is raging red, and veins are about to pop out of his body. But it’s his eyes that tell me this is the moment it all ends.

“She’s free to go. If you have taught us anything, it’s that we honor our contracts,” Arlo says, staring at me with the tiniest drop of hope in his eyes.

But I don’t return his hope when I look back at him. He might think his father is an honorable person who cares about things like contracts. But I’ve seen the real monster inside of Enrico. He doesn’t give a shit about anything, except what he wants.

Enrico grabs my hair and rips me off the bed, throwing me onto the floor.

I don’t even think about the pain anymore because I know this is all over.

“You’re right. She’s free to go as soon as she fulfills one final contractual obligation.”

Arlo and Matteo each raise an eyebrow.

Enrico laughs. “Oh, you didn’t read the contract very well then, boys. I thought I taught you better than that, as you say.” He shakes his head. “I hoped for stronger sons than what you have turned out to be. You shouldn’t give a shit about her; she’s nothing to you. You might love her, but she doesn’t love you in return! She has just said or done anything that she could to survive. To get you to love her. So that you would save her in the end.”

He walks over to one of his guards who has remained completely silent this whole time, watching this ridiculous scene unfold, trying to figure out who their new boss will be. Enrico holds out his hand, and the man hands him a gun.

He walks back to me, and I know this is when my life ends. He’s going to shoot me. He’s going to kill me.

He grabs me by the hair again, and I close my eyes, waiting for death to quickly take me.

Enrico shakes me, and my eyes open automatically as I try to figure out what the hell he’s doing.

“My sons are right. I have a contractual obligation to release you. Carinis keep their promises. Ask any of my men, and they will tell you as much. Ask any person in town. That is why we are given so much respect. You might have just won, Nina. You played us all well.”

He looks at his sons, who are both standing there far too smugly.

“You get to choose if you walk free or if you die.”

My heart beats fast in my chest, but I settle it quickly.

He’s lying. These are all lies. Don’t let your guard down. He’s still going to try to kill you.

“You get to pick which of my sons will replace me as heir and which of my sons will di

e,” Enrico says, pointing his gun in the general direction of his sons.

Both men freeze. Both men stare at the gun and then their father. Neither seems that shocked that their father is currently aiming a gun at them.

“No.”

Enrico glares at me. “No is not an answer. You don’t get to tell me no. You must choose.”

“No.”

“Then, you die.” He aims the gun at my head, and the brothers take a step forward. “Take another step, and she dies.”

They both stop.

“I’m giving you all the power, Nina. Isn’t that what you wanted? That’s what you’ve been saying you wanted this whole fucking time. Now’s your chance. Save yourself by choosing which of my sons lives and which dies. Or I’ll kill you.”