Page 16 of Impure Love

“Make sure they understand the importance of this task. I don’t want any fuckups.”

“Absolutely, Boss.”

The anticipation is building within me. This is the part I enjoy most—the hunt. She’s out there, thinking she can escape. But she’ll learn soon enough. There’s no escaping me.

I settle back into my chair, fingers steepled, eyes narrowing as I picture her face. Those wide, terrified eyes. She can run, she can hide, but in the end, she’ll be mine. It’s only a matter of time.

The guys show up quickly, just as I expected. Luca, Tony, and Vinny file into the control room, their expressions sharp and focused. Marco is already briefing them on the situation.

“She slipped through our fingers at the subway station,” Marco says, his tone clipped. “We need to cover the entire city. No stone unturned.”

Luca nods, cracking his knuckles. “Got it. We’ll set up surveillance at all the major transit points. She won’t get far.”

I step forward, commanding their attention. “This is a high-priority operation. I want eyes on every corner of this city. Use our contacts, bribe whoever you need to. I don’t care how the fuck you do it, just find her.”

Tony, always the quiet one, simply nods. Vinny, on the other hand, can’t resist a smirk. “You got it, Boss. She won’t stay hidden for long.”

“Good,” I say, my voice cold and unyielding. “And remember, she’s not to be harmed. Bring her to me intact.”

Marco distributes the tasks efficiently, the men splitting up to cover different sectors. I watch as they set up a network of surveillance, each move calculated and precise. This is what we’re good at—finding people who don’t want to be found.

The control room buzzes with activity, the screens lighting up with feeds from various parts of the city. I lean over Marco’s shoulder, scrutinizing each one.

“Any sign of her?” I ask.

“Not yet,” he replies, eyes glued to the monitors. “But it’s only a matter of time,” he adds, echoing my thoughts.

I nod, feeling a mix of frustration and anticipation. She’s out there, somewhere. Running, hiding. Thinking she can escape. But this city is mine, and so is she.

As the hours tick by, my men report back, their updates steady and thorough. Each one brings us a little closer, narrows the search.

“Boss,” Luca’s voice crackles through the radio. “We’ve got a possible sighting near the East Village. Sending you the feed now.”

I lean in, watching as the camera pans over a busy street. There, in the crowd, a flash of dark hair. My heart pounds with excitement and possessiveness.

“Keep an eye on her,” I command. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

“Yes, Boss.”

I stay glued to the screens, my eyes scanning every movement, every face. But as the hours drag on, fatigue starts to set in. My body betrays me, the adrenaline wearing off.

“Marco, take over,” I say, rubbing my eyes. “I need some rest. Keep me updated.”

“Will do, Boss,” he replies, his tone as serious as ever.

I leave the control room, the excitement still thrumming under my skin. My steps are heavy as I head back to my room, the weight of the chase pressing down on me. Despite the thrill, exhaustion pulls at me.

I collapse onto the bed, my mind still racing. Images of Aliyah flood my thoughts—her wide, terrified eyes, the way she looked at me. The way she’ll look when I finally have her.

Sleep takes over, the promise of the hunt lingering in my dreams.

The evening sun casts a golden glow through the mansion windows of my office when my phone goes off. I lean back in my chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over me as I open the fileMarco just sent. The pictures of Aliyah appear on my screen, one by one, each one more captivating than the last.

There she is brow furrowed as she sleeps on the shitty bed. The fear palpable even through the pixels. She’s staying at some dingy hostel, a far cry from the luxury she deserves—or the luxury she’ll soon find herself in, once she’s mine.

I study the pictures, my gaze lingering on her curves, the way her clothes cling to her body. Fuck she's perfect, even in her fear. Especially in her fear. I can almost hear her screams, feel her struggle as I take what's mine. This is going to be fun.

My fingers trace the edges of the screen, imagining the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. Her vulnerability calls to me, a tempting invitation to assert my dominance. She doesn't know it yet, but her resistance will only make the conquest sweeter. Each tear, each tremor, will be a testament to my power over her.

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