Page 21 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

A long pause follows, filled only by Domino's ragged breathing.

“Go ahead,” he dares. “Pull the trigger. I’m sure you’ve envisioned doing that for so many years, and yet each time you get a chance you struggle to make that final move.”

“Your taunts won’t work on me,” Domino growls. “I can blow her brains off right now.”

I dare to swallow hard, hoping that if this is the way I’m supposed to end, it’s as quick as it can be.

Painless if I’m getting a shot to the head.

“Then do it.”

Silence drifts in the hair, and I can only focus on how the pounding is making me feel sick to my stomach. I wish my mind would give me a second or two and my brain wasn’t pounding like a raging drum.

Beggers can’t be choosers.

“I’ve wondered if the real obsession isn’t solely about her need to ruin you,” he ponders as if this is some new equation. “But revolves around your desire to continue to hurt her. Ruin her. Obessess with her existence and ensure you’re the one to make her miserable.”

When Domino doesn’t say anything, he just chuckles – the voice less mechanical and extremely deep. I can only imagine an aged man sitting at an office desk, his phone in hand.

“Obsessed with one another and won’t dare truly kill each other. Isn’t that such a wonderful type of stepsibling love?”

“Just STOP fucking analyzing shit and HELP ME!” Domino snarls.

"Very well," the masked voice finally says. "I'll see what can be done to... minimize the damage. I can’t rid of the digital footprint it has left behind. It won’t just poof and be on its way. You have to ride the waves to gain your redemption,” he notes. “Which may mean you need your stepsister than you'll dare admit.”

“I don’t fucking need her!”

“You will because between the two of you, she took the cunning genes of her Mother and the manipulative tendencies of your shared Father,” the masked man huffs, almost as if he’s annoyed by Domino’s lack of patience. “The only thingyou two both have in common is that multi-personality bullshit brewing.”

“Multi…I…I don’t have that! I’m not fucking retarded!”

“Yet one minute you’re madly in love with the woman you’re pressing a gun to her head and the next minute you wish to wipe her off the face of the earth,” he sighs almost dramatically. “I’d be exhausted trying to love you, let alone like you.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinions on my life!” Domino snaps and even pulls down the safety. “I can finish this here and now!”

“Kill her and you’ll be losing more than just your career, boy.” That doesn’t even sound like a threat.It sounds like an order.“She’s the only reason why I haven’t sent my own boys to destroy and stripe you of every type of line of power you think you muster.”

“W-Who’s fucking side are you on?!”

“On the winning side,” he declares. “And as of now, your dearest cunning sister who’s the current Ruthless Queen at Leighton is the one who’s going to aid you in getting out of this predicament if you’re able to tuck away that prideful cock of yours and listen to fucking orders!”

That seems to shut him up.

“Now. You’re going to lower that gun, and remove those straps from her wrist.”

“Why the fuck will I free her? The moment she wakes up, she’ll make a run for it.”

“If you can’t manage to keep her restraint without physical straps to lower her chances of beating you up, you’re not the man I wish to help,” he reveals. “You’re not a weak bastard, are you?”

“N-No!”

“Then stop wasting my precious time. I have an Ascension to attend, which by the way, you should be attempting to participate in seeing as you want your Ruthless King positionback. Though, I doubt you’d be able to get it unless someone wants you to suffer even more.”

“How would I suffer getting the title that was stolen from me?” He huffs.

“Stop asking stupid questions thinking we’re in the same league for me to answer them,” he complains. “We’re not equals. Not even close. This privilege to even speak to me is thanks to your Father who actually carries an ounce of pity for you.”

Our Dad…

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