Obsession (1) ✔

E P I S O D E - 32

"Episode 32 - A decision against all odds."      

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to ache for a goddamn week." I picked her up by her waist with one hand and dumped her near the top of the bed so I had enough room to dig my feet in.

"Gabriel, just fuck me." She was breathless and my movements to release my belt became erratic. There was too much energy in me and my dick was dying to get out of my boxers.

"Fuck it." I unzipped my shorts and just about took my member out before ripped her panties in half and plunged inside of her.

"Ahh!" We both panted but I didn't let her adjust to my movement. I leaned forward, planted my palms on either side of her head and hammered into her. Her slick cunt made it easier and I loved every second of it. I was on my damp toes, pounding into her like a machine and she was taking it like she was made for it.

Her whole body bounced vigorously, breasts nearly spilling out from the top. I maximised my speed, pushed my own body to the limit like never before. She twisted and turned and every time she moved up, I inched forward with her, until her head was against the sturdy leather head board. We went at each other for hours until we were both so worn out, we couldn't even move.

She lay next to me, her fingers gliding up and down my chest. Suddenly, she hoisted herself up on her elbows.

"Gabe, you remember when you left for the night a while back. To do, you know what?" She lifted her chin, trying to indicate the night I killed the Former Secretary of Defence Jonathon Smith.

"Honestly, I haven't heard anything about it. I mean considering he was someone important, you'd think it would be national news." I frowned. Reaching over, I picked up her phone from the bed side table, she used her thumb to unlock it before she handed it to me. Typing in Jonathon Smith, I clicked on the first article that popped up.

She patiently waited while I read through the article. I tried to find multiple links but it seemed like major news channels hadn't picked it up due to the evidence of corruption found when investigating his disappearance.

"WHAT? Tell me." She poked my side impatiently.

"Ohh!" Dropping the phone, I compressed what I read. "Basically, we planned it in a way he was seen to be getting out of the apartment complex. I shot him and hid him in the dumpster and considering they haven't found his body, I'm guessing the garbage truck took him. Hopefully obliterated his body in the process.

"He had his phone on him which turned off right around there probably because it was crushed. They have no evidence of where he went. Because he's a former political figure, his case was being investigated by the local police instead of Naval Investigation or FBI." She seemed intrigued by everything I was telling her.

"When they delved into his life, they found his mistresses, the one Jake used as a lure but also some others. Not only that, they found off shore bank accounts tied to the middle east and that was when the Secret Service took over the case and shut everything down." She rolled her eyes, making me smile.

"I'm guessing they are trying to keep his image pristine. He's a former White House political figure who had a lot of secrets. They can't have him tied to anything scandals like that. They released a formal statement saying that he had left the country and is on a vacation for stress relieve. To take the pressure off."

"But he just bought a $70 million-dollar penthouse?" She raised one of her eyebrows.

"Yes, according to them, for his wife." I imitated air quotations around "wife".

"So, what now?" She stressed, forcing me to run my hand down her soft hair.

"No body." I made sure of that. "They can't open up an official homicide investigation. Meaning, even if they link something to me, they can't charge me with anything because of that one reason."

She stilled, her facial expression stoic. Then, an evil smile stretched across her lips. "I'm so proud of you." She looked so impressed, I couldn't help but start laughing with her joining me.

I re-read the file this morning that I had hidden away in the closet. The truth about Elena. I couldn't wrap my mind around to why Capone would keep only Elena alive but the more time I spent around her and Capone, it was becoming more and more evident that what Ross provided me with, was the truth.

I sighed and walked towards the main gate in my suit to find this Dex guy pull in. He was Capone's older brother's right hand man before he was killed by Leo in retaliation for the murder of Xavier De La Cruz in Chicago.

Dex was in his sixties and still going strong. He wasn't a hitman nor was he a street thug. He was a business man who ran the companies and made sure to never get his hands dirty. He called the shots and if the men got caught, they didn't dare to utter his name because would have definitely get someone else to kill them.

Jake couldn't pull up anything current on him. No social media, no accounts just some mundane credit card activities and photos of business deals and social events. To say this man was "clean" would have been an understatement but he sure looked it on paper.

Capone was in the lounge and I joined him when the main door suddenly flew open. Dex had a salt and pepper hair and beard. His light blue eyes made him seem like he used to be handsome in his youth but the deep crow's feet that settled in the corners of his eyes shows his real age.

"It's so good to see you." Capone exhaled, genuinely pleased to see him.

"My friend, it's been too long." He had a strong eastern European accent and in the files, I read -that Jake pulled up- that he was from Bosnia. He'd migrated to USA during the Serbian-Bosnian war during the 90s. He was one of the lucky ones to get out before the Bosnian genocide.

They sat down, exchanged pleasantries like old friends when Yashiko came and stood too close to me. I turned my head. "How was last night?"

"Smooth and clean. No problem at the party." What he really meant was it was a clean cut and a smooth get-away. I nodded in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, I heard quick footsteps. My dormant heart jolted back to life. I could recognise her essence from miles away. Her shadow appeared form the left side before she appeared in shorts and a plain t-shirt. Her curious gaze landed on me before Dex. They must have known each other considering she lived in Chicago. I didn't know much about her life in Chicago but I made a mental note to uncover it all.

The hairs in the back of my neck stood up when her eyes landed on Dex and widened in shock. He just turned, without standing up. "Little Elena, always a pleasure." The way he pronounced the words made my blood boil. I took a step forward, not knowing what to do because I wanted to serve his head on a silver platter to her as a fucking present.

My heart hammered in my chest, fighting to get out and got to her.

"No." She threw the words out at him. "NO. NO." She ran forward and punched him hard in his eye. His reflexes might have slowed due to his age because even though he tried to move back, her fist caught him.

Jamie, who was her shadow, swooped in and picked her up from her waist and carried her out back to where they came from.

"NO. You mother fucker. I will KILL you. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU." Her voice echoed from the corridor while we all stood there, stunned.

"That bitch." I frowned at Dex's words while he held his hand to his eye. Capone demanded for an ice pack from one of the helps while he called Elena every name possible under the sun.

I wasn't stupid. I didn't need a psychology degree to understand what just happened. I made my way toward the hall way the she disappeared from. I couldn't wait any longer. Fuck the millions sitting in my back account, the fucking mansion and expensive cars. I was going to take Elena away from her abuser.