His Obsession

Chapter 3

His Obsession

Chapter 3

Evangeline

The man breaks our eye contact and goes to the apartment building next to mine. I watch him go inside and then nothing.

With my heart beating faster than it should, I pull the curtains over the window and try to forget what I just saw. That can't be him.

I haven't seen those eyes since the night that he saved my life and pulled that gun on me.

Suddenly I don't feel hungry or in the mood to watch anything, I'm so tired. My legs feel like jelly, because the fear in my body is too great.

I go into my bedroom and try to get some sleep, but I have a lamp on. Just to be safe. Better safe than sorry.

As I was almost asleep, I hear a gunshot nearby. Nearly falling down the bed out of fright, my heart skips a beat.

My breathing becomes pantings and I snuggle closer to my pillow and pull the covers over me. It's a good thing that there isn't completely dark in here.

I hear loud talking outside, but I don't look outside the window. I already know that the gunshot has something to do with him and I know that he is out there.

Tears form in my eyes. Outside, I hear the car start and then drive off but I don't do anything, I don't move and it takes everything in me to breathe.

In my bed I stay for a few hours until finally my eyes get so tired that I can't hold them open anymore and sleep comes to me.

Xavier

My gun pointed at his head and my eye glaring into his skull. "The next time I order you to do something. You fucking do it and don't question me. Is that understood?!" I ask him.

He's on his knees in front of me, at my mercy. Begging for me to spare him. It only makes me angrier. My men aren't supposed to beg for mercy.

They take death as pride to serve me. He only shakes with fear. He doesn't answer me but tries. I've had enough of this.

I pull the trigger and shoot him between the eyes. Blood slashes everywhere as the bullet goes out the back of his head.

"Clean this mess up" I order my men, who stood there and did nothing to save their friend. Pussies. Don't even try fright me.

They fear me and they should. I am the mother fucking boss and no one will stand in my way. I will torture and kill every man, woman and child that stands in my way.

"Yes, boss" They reply and I walk out of the room in need to for clothing change. I walk up the stairs, out of the dungeon.

My most trusted men roaming the hallways and bow in respect of me. I go to my bedroom to take a shower and then change my clothes.

I wear a black jeans and a white shirt that has a button loose by the neck. The sleeves rolled up to my elbow.

Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I take a photograph out of my draw near the bed and look at it. "Soon, little angel I will have you as mine" I say to the girl in the photo as I gulp the liquid in the glass in one sip.