Dark Romance: A Cruel Obsession

Could it be him? Why would he kidnap her again?

And, the sentence from Chaquille that Vivian found particularly intriguing, “Unfortunately, your father and mother can’t see this,” what does it mean?

Vivian couldn’t make sense of it, and she fell back into a slumber due to the lingering effects of the drugs in her system.

Chaquille gazed at her deeply for a long time before slowly turning around with a snap to switch off the incandescent light and walked out of the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the chilly night wind carried the salty smell of the ocean, causing Tabdon, dressed thinly, with fresh scrapes on his face, to shiver in the sea breeze.

“Damn it!” Tabdon slammed his phone down, trembling in the ocean wind. “Mare, that lunatic, he actually called the police! A mobster like him, calling the police!”

“Now all the transportation to the airport and port are under strict inspection, we’re trapped on the island.” No matter how big Oahu Island is, it’s still an island, and the carpet-style search will eventually find them.

“We weren’t planning on leaving the island the normal way anyway.” Chaquille climbed the rocks by the sea, gazing into the distance through the dark night.

Tabdon followed his gaze and saw a small yacht slowly moving on the horizon one of the Beach Club’s reserved items, a night diving boat.

…

Alajos was held captive in Joseph’s penthouse in downtown Los Angeles, where his phone was confiscated, his movements restricted, and at night, two guards kept a close eye on him. He wasn’t allowed to contact anyone unless under Joseph’s surveillance.

When Simpson learned of Alajos’ request for them to join forces with the armed forces in Los Angeles against the Bratva and found out that Vivian had been kidnapped by Chaquille, he smashed his phone.

“Damn it! Damn it!” Simpson forcefully pounded the table in the cheap rental room that was not so sturdy. The table was about to collapse, but Floren couldn’t bear to sit and watch anymore.

“I’m going to kill Joseph!”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hold on!” Someone more impulsive than him, Simpson barely calmed down. “Do you want Alajos to die?”

“Are we just going to let Joseph hold Alajos hostage and make the entire Houston serve him?” Floren didn’t have any feelings for the couple Alajos and Vivian. His involvement in Alajos’ plan and following Simpson to Los Angeles was driven by interests, for Houston’s future.

And now, with Alajos in Joseph’s custody, Houston would fall under Los Angeles’s control, what benefits could they talk about, what future could they discuss?

Floren absolutely wouldn’t allow it!

“Come back, Floren!” Simpson loaded his gun and pointed it at Floren’s chest. “If you take one step out of this room, I’ll shoot you dead right now!”

Floren gritted his teeth, glaring at Simpson.

Simpson held the gun firmly, reprimanding him, “Come back!”

Floren grunted heavily and reluctantly turned back.

Simpson grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to warn, “Alajos’ life is more important than anything else, you better remember that!”

“Don’t forget, Keaun is still in Houston, and Houston still has Charles.” The Benoist family had always been loyal to Alajos.

Floren widened his eyes at Simpson, “Are you threatening me?”

Simpson let go of Floren’s collar, looking disdainful. “Threatening? No, I just don’t want to clean up after your recklessness.”

“Don’t act rashly, Floren. I can bring you and Keaun up to where you are now, and I can bring you down just as easily!”

“Kasin has found Vilem, our plan can begin.”

Floren furrowed his brows, “But…” What about Vivian?

Simpson shot Floren a desperate glance, and Floren understood the message in his eyes, suddenly taking a sharp breath.

Yes, when Alajos and Vivian were put on the same scale, he chose his brother without hesitation. Vivian was always Bryson’s person. The two brothers had supported each other since their father’s passing, and they had long made up their minds, no matter what difficulties they faced later on, they would try to preserve everything in Houston!

And now, with Alajos under control, Houston’s fate rested in Simpson’s hands, and he would make the best decision for Houston.

Alajos, imprisoned in the penthouse, was unaware of Simpson’s crazy plan. The surveillance from the guards day and night made him anxious, irritable, and easily angered. He tried to negotiate with Joseph, but Joseph had been avoiding him for days.

“I said I need an iced coffee! Iced coffee!” Alajos swept the coffee off the table in front of him, the brown liquid spilling on the gray carpet, instantly forming a stubborn stain that was hard to remove.

This was already the third cup of coffee Mary had prepared, just fifteen minutes ago, Alajos clearly demanded hot coffee.

He was deliberately making things difficult for Mary, but Mary had no choice but to tidy up the broken cups on the floor obediently and then enter the kitchen to prepare another iced coffee. Though the fate of this iced coffee might end up spilled on the floor as well.

Luzia came out of the room, holding onto the wall, cautiously approaching the stairs. Before she reached the staircase, she heard a series of loud crashes and Mary’s screams coming from the kitchen downstairs. The guard standing outside the kitchen rushed in, but the crazed Alajos was not easy to control, so they had to use the intercom to call the companions upstairs for help.

The guards on the second floor swiftly crossed over Luzia and ran down to join the first-floor guards in restraining Alajos.

Luzia, hearing Alajos’ frenzied roars, felt legs as if they were made of cement, unable to move from her spot. But she couldn’t control her eyes, forcing herself to lean against the railing and look down.

She saw the guards carrying Mary out of the kitchen. Mary lay on the floor of the living room, hands covering her bloody neck, her breathing becoming as broken and wheezing as a broken windpipe, harsh and hard to listen to.

Luzia supported herself against the wall, ignoring the pain in her thighs, stumbling along the empty second-floor corridor until she finally twisted open Alajos’ room door.

The guards made an emergency call, and paramedics took Mary away.

After a brief chaos in the penthouse, it quickly returned to order. The well-trained guards swiftly brought Alajos back to his room and informed Joseph of the situation here, thinking Alajos had gone insane.

The guards didn’t dare to stay close to Alajos in the room anymore but also didn’t want to go far, so they stayed at the door of the room.

The moment the door was closed, all the madness and anger on Alajos’ face vanished instantly, and he quickly got out of bed, turned over the pillow and sheets, and found the communicator hidden on the mattress the same communicator Simpson had given to Luzia.

To ensure the secrecy and convenience of the communicator, it was originally designed with a limited number of uses and difficult to replace batteries. Alajos didn’t know how many times Luzia had used it, so every message he sent out now had to be carefully considered.