Page 132 of King of Obsession

The cabin creaked and groaned, settling in the stillness of the night. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes, but the eerie quiet remained unbroken.

Had it been a figment of my imagination?

With care, I reached for the nightstand, my fingers fumbling in the dark until they brushed against the cold metal of my phone.

The screen illuminated, casting a faint blue glow across my face—2:00 a.m.

A sense of unease crept up my spine, sending a shiver through my body despite the warmth of the bed covers.

I rose, untangling myself from Cleo’s legs, and went to the veranda.

That’s when I spotted lights and sirens wailing, their piercing cry carried on the wind, mingling with the distant thrum of helicopter blades.

Headed towards the Contis farm.

I smirked in the dark.

It appeared justice had finally caught up with the fuckers.

A soft rustling sound behind me snagged my attention.

I turned to see Cleo standing in the doorway to the terrace.

The faint moonlight illuminated her silhouette, her lashes casting feathered shadows on her cheeks in the molten light.

Even in the darkness, I tagged the concern on her face.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked, her voice thick from sleep.

Taking a step, her hands slid around my waist. I pulled her tight, loving her scent, the gentle rise and fall of her breath as she nestled her face into the crook of my neck.

‘It’s going down,’ I rasped. ‘Looks like the feds decided to raid their little operation.’

I pulled my woman close, and we stood, eyes on the distant lights flickering and dancing.

Fotto! This was just the beginning.

The Contis were like cockroaches—they always found a way to survive and come back stronger and more vicious than ever.

They wouldn’t let this transgression slide. They’d come after us, seeking blood for our betrayal. It was inevitable, and how so many desperate souls I’d dealt with in the past operated.

My mind raced with contingency plans forming anddiscarding themselves in rapid succession.

We had to be ready for whatever came next, whether it was the Contis or the Caputos chasing retribution for the fallout of their criminal hustle.

Those sons of bitches weren’t going to go down without a fight.

No way in hell would I let my back down. I had to protect my woman and do it with ruthlessness while exacting my vengeance.

I turned to Cleo, pulling her close, burying my face in her hair, breathing in her scent. Franco and his progeny may have started this war, but I was damn well going to finish it.

After breakfast, we conducted our usual perimeter check of the fence lines.

We’d just arrived at the main gate when the rumble of an approaching engine caught our attention.

I tensed, turning to catch sight of a battered truck as I instinctively reached for the gun tucked in the waistband of my jeans, ‘

‘Relax, baby,’ my woman murmured. ‘It’s just my neighbor, Mr. Henderson.’

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