Page 123 of Blades of Obsession

Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. The red mountainous cliff views, the early signs of spring flowers peeking through the cracks, the birds singing overhead. I just wish I had some kind of overhead air conditioner as well.

“So,” I begin, breaking the comfortable silence only otherwise disrupted by the sounds of twigs crunching under our feet. “I have another question now.”

“Yes, my love?”

“Oh my God, stop!” My cheeks heat up, just like every other time he catches me off guard with something romantic. I bend over so I can grab a small rock and playfully throw it athim, but before I can stand back up, he grabs the top of my skirt and pulls me back to him. Now I’m bent over, and my ass is nestled right on his dick. Which is growing, by the way.

He leans over and gently grabs my neck, bringing my head up a little. “You’re lucky we’re on a public hiking trail or I would throw you on top of this big rock, spread your legs wide, and fuck you so hard you’d have the rock imprints on your ass for weeks.”

My breathing becomes heavier, and I go to clench my thighs shut but he puts his leg in between them, rubbing his knee against my panties. Curse me for wearing a tennis skirt.

“Ask your question.”

“But you’re…”Torturing me with your knee.

“Ask it.”

“I want you to tell me all about the group. I mean, if you still want to be with me after you… get promoted.”

He grabs ahold of my hair and turns my head to look back at him. “It wouldn’t matter if I was the president of the whole world, you’d still be by my side as the First Lady.”

I let out a breath and nod, biting my bottom lip, holding in a smile. I just know if he lets me, I’ll follow him anywhere, in any position he takes.

I yelp when his knee strums against my clit. I’m not facing him, but I don’t need to be to know the smug bastard has some kind of smirk on his face. He takes his knee away and my body involuntarily arches back towards him, causing him to chuckle.I hate him right now.

He puts his arm back around me and continues the walk, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just rub over my clit and ignite a need within me.

That’s okay, I’ll get him back eventually. Just focus on the hike.

“Continue asking your questions.”

“Hmm… what is my dad’s involvement?” I ask.

“A secretary.”

“Really? I never imagined him being a secretary. What other types of jobs are there?”

“Hacking, drug trafficking, hitmen, extortion, gambling bookies, crime scene cleanup, employees of businesses that launder the money, there’s also people on the payroll like police officers, DA’s, politicians. Politicians and CEOs also pay for services, mainly hitmen and hacking. And uh…” He clears his throat. “The one thing I never agreed with, that I’m getting rid of immediately. Human trafficking.”

My mouth hangs open. “John was sick. He… trafficked girls?” I shake as a chill goes down my spine, I couldn’t imagine. At least he is going to be working towards getting rid of it. “So, how does the power structure work?”

“There’s a basic ranking. Lower, middle, higher, and elite. Based on different things like your job, how good you are at your job, how much money you bring in, your father’s ranking, and working your way up. I was gonna be a hacker, probably work my way to middle ranking and plateau there. But, as you heard, since he was married to my mom and have no current sons, John picked me to take over his position.”

I hum, thinking about the conversation with John I had while in Frankie’s dorm. But I decide not to tell him about it. “Why didn’t he pick Jacob or the other son? I mean, he lived with them at one point.”

“Eli never wanted to be in the group, he wanted to go to art school. I recently found out that he was stealing money from the group to run away to Europe and make an art career. So John wanted him dead. It could’ve been between me or Jacob and he just chose me. Probably to have an excuse to torture me whenever he wanted because of what Jackie did to his son.”

“Torture you? Now I’m glad the bastard’s gone!”

“Yup. For about a year and a half. We had sessions at least three days a week so he could ‘prepare me to be a leader’. That was just code word for torturing me. Honestly, I don’t think he expected me to last past the first few weeks.”

“How many people have you killed?”

He rolls up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo on his right arm. It’s a gravestone with tally marks inside of it and a skull with crossbones on top. “Count yourself.”

My eyes trace over the tallies. “You’ve killed over two dozen people?! You must like slitting people’s throats, Jesus.”

His dick jumps in his pants, I can tell because, well for one it’s really big—you can’t miss it—and for two, he’s wearing grey sweatpants that showeverything.

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