Page 56 of Divine Obsession

Who I’m with.

Who.

Gìo.

I even tried to be more easy-going – the way he seemed to be with her, and the way she seemed to like so much. Turns out she didn’t like it on me.

Nah.She liked me being rough. Manhandling her. Talking dirty.

She fucking loved it.

She even made me skip one of Davis’ classes and they were the only reason why I even came to campus. But I’d been so…Hot. And angry…

I drove straight to the gym and took it out on punching bag before someone tapped my shoulder. Turned out, Zach had skipped his other classes too after getting into a fight with his brother over the phone. We fought in the ring for the rest of the afternoon.

Gìo? Maybe.

What was so fucking special about him anyway? Sure, he was going to take over as Boss of all Bosses in the Italian-American Mafia’s East Coast Operations.

But me? I was taking over a hundred billion worldwide corporation in cybersecurity, technology and weapons dealing. Iwaswealth.

There was not a single object, subject, or concept, I couldn’t obtain if I wanted to.

Sure, I killed sometimes. It was necessary in my line of work – the same way it’d been necessary to find and eliminate those who’d fucked with the Dynasty’s underground operations.

But compared to those around me? I was a fucking saint in the underworld.

And I was fucking kind too. Bet she didn’t know that.

I had millions a month go solely into charity and humanitarianism all over the globe. I made sure the family’s real, legal company advocated for people’s rights around the world. I paid for kids’ treatments at hospitals. I supported causes for food banks, endangered animals and the homeless.

If Natalia stopped herself from seeing any of it, I wouldn’t force her to. Regardless of knowing she’d like what she’d see.

I wanted Natalia to see the real me. But fuck if I was going to cut myself open and beg for her to look at me.

My thoughts vanished when I pushed a heavy, metal door open, and entered the dark underground warehouse.

Zane didn’t turn around, only called over his shoulder. “Hey, man.”

“What’re you doing?” I advanced towards where he was checking the build of an MMA cage in the center of the large, open space.

“What do you think?”

“Looks good.” I pulled on the bars. “Sturdy too. What for?”

We were underneath a rundown warehouse building in Downtown Manhattan – Zane’s newest real estate acquisition in New York. He’d traveled all the time for his job. Now, he was finally settling down and putting down some roots. He’d called me earlier to come take a look at the place.

“Remember those underground fighting rings we used to go to?”

I turned to him, surprised. “Shit. For real? Here?”

He nodded, admiring the MMA fighting cage.

“Thought you were going straight. Now you’re starting a fight club?”

“First of all, I’m notquitting. I’m simply being more selective when picking my jobs and targets.”

“How much is a life worth these days, anyway?”

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