Obsessed love, p.1
Obsessed Love, page 1
Obsessed Love
MINK
Obsessed Love
MINK © 2021
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This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Obsessed Love
Chapter 1
Bruno
Chapter 2
Lovett
Chapter 3
Bruno
Chapter 4
Lovett
Chapter 5
Bruno
Chapter 6
Lovett
Chapter 7
Bruno
Chapter 8
Lovett
Chapter 9
Bruno
Chapter 10
Lovett
Chapter 11
Bruno
Chapter 12
Lovett
Chapter 13
Bruno
Chapter 14
Lovett
Chapter 15
Bruno
Chapter 16
Lovett
Chapter 17
Bruno
Chapter 18
Lovett
Chapter 19
Bruno
Chapter 20
Lovett
Chapter 21
Bruno
Chapter 22
Lovett
Chapter 23
Bruno
Chapter 24
Lovett
Epilogue
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Obsessed Love
MINK
Prison didn’t do me any favors. The moment I’m free, I start to put my plan for revenge in motion and hit the road back home. But then, a set of flashing blue lights in my rear view have me slowing down. Stopping.
And then she walks up. Officer Lovett. I want her. So I steal her, snatch her right there off the side of the road and take her to my home. Like I said, prison did nothing to gentle my nature. In fact, I’m even more ruthless than I was before.
Now, nothing will stop me from getting revenge on my enemies. And no matter how hard she tries, Love won’t stop me from claiming her in every way that matters.
1
Bruno
Two years. Two years in prison for a crime I didn’t commit.
Not that I can complain too much. After all, I’ve committed plenty of crimes. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I walk through the final door that leads to freedom. The clerk gives me my old phone—the one I turned in when I was brought in. Of course, I have a brand-new iPhone in my pocket and have no need for the old one. There are plenty of things you can’t get in prison, and some things that are surprisingly easy to procure. Small tech, cigarettes, drugs—easy to get. A decent cheeseburger? Impossible.
I can’t say prison has been good to me. In fact, I think it made me even more ruthless, more animal. I was already a man who took what he wanted. But now it’s different. Now it’s fucking instinct—to survive, to overcome, and to rule. I had an empire before I went in, then I created a fucking empire in this concrete and steel jungle. I own this place, the sole ruler of this cesspool of vicious offenders.
But now I’m free. My time is up, and I don’t even know what to do first. There’s so much I missed, so many things that are perfectly simple when you’re on the outside and fucking impossible when you’re in the clink.
Stepping out, I take that first big gulp of free air and find a brand-new black Range Rover waiting for me right through the gate. Ali came through just as I instructed. Good.
I hop in, and I don’t miss the envious gazes of the guards as I start it up. I blast the air conditioning and flip on the radio. My shirt strains against my chest as I reach toward the glove box. It fit perfectly two years ago, but I suppose I’ve bulked up even more since I’ve had plenty of uninterrupted gym time.
Grabbing my gun, I check the magazine. Fully loaded. One of the guards watches me, but he doesn’t have the balls to say shit to me about breaking the law—felon in possession right here.
I ease down the pothole-filled road that leads to the highway. I should be whooping for joy or—I don’t know—having some sort of emotion. But I don’t. I just feel empty. The same I felt ever since that day two and a half years ago. The day I was betrayed. That’s something. When I think of Massimo, rage pulses through me in steady waves. I’ll take that over being numb.
The drive away from the prison turns smooth once I hit the highway. It’s early, only a few farm trucks on the road out here in the boonies.
I dial Ali.
He picks up immediately. “Sir.”
“Where is he?”
“Massimo is in the South of France.”
“Tell me when he gets back into the country.”
“Of course.”
I hang up even though I know Ali wants to speak more. About me getting out. About my plan for revenge. But I can’t talk. Not when I have this weird energy, like a spring that’s been compressed for too hard and too long. The longer I drive, the more I get the feeling I’m going out of my skin. I guess freedom can do that to a man.
Speeding up, I cruise into a nearby town, the houses small and the stores all mom and pop joints. I think about stopping for a moment just to get out and try to decompress. But I don’t. Instead, I press the gas pedal down. I don’t need to waste a single second.
The only thing that’s going to bring me even a semblance of peace is Mossimo’s head on a platter. So I speed through the shithole town, blasting through the blinking orange light at the main intersection near a row of old storefronts.
I’m already back out into the pastures and cornfields when I see blue lights in my rearview.
I grip the steering wheel hard and let out a string of curses that could set a priest on fire. I don’t have time for this bullshit. Eyeing my mirror, I think about just flooring it. The cop car probably wouldn’t be able to keep up.
Then again, I need to keep a low profile until I destroy Massimo. If I’m lucky, he hasn’t even realized I’m out.
With a sigh, I slow down and pull onto the shoulder. Irritation thrums in my veins as I pull my license and documents from the envelope Ali left in the glove compartment for me.
When I glance into my rearview mirror again, my heart seems to do a stutter step. Which is odd. Because, as a general rule, I fucking hate cops. I certainly don’t get heart palpitations over them.
But this woman—she’s different. She’s wearing a khaki uniform with a pistol at her hip. And fuck, those hips were made for a man to grab on to. Sauntering toward me, she tilts her head up, and I can see her face beneath the brim of her hat. She’s young with full lips and a button nose.
My blood heats, and my cock hardens as she moves closer. It can’t be possible, but I could swear I catch her scent—some sort of sweet blossoms—before she even reaches me. My mouth waters, and I peer intently at her in my side mirror.
Objects may appear closer than they are. No shit. I want her right up next to me, not hanging back by the rear window.
I adjust my cock so it doesn’t get strangled by my pants, then roll my window down.
“Sir?” she calls. Her voice is high and confident, ringing like a bell despite the cicadas humming in the background.
“Can I help you?” The question comes out gruff even though I didn’t intend it that way. Maybe prison changed me even more than I realized, because when I look at her in the mirror, I can’t stop the parade of filthy thoughts that trample through my mind. Fuck, how did she even get her top buttoned? Her tits strain at the button between them, and I want to yank it off with my teeth.
She straightens a little, her chin kicking up. “You were speeding through my town. I’m afraid I’ll be writing you a ticket. Please hand over your license and insurance information.”
“Sure thing, Officer …” I let it hang in the air.
“Lovett.” She stares at me in the mirror, though I can’t see her eyes through her reflective sunglasses.
I hold my papers just inside the window.
“Sir, I’m going to need you to hold them out farther.”
“I’m sorry, Officer Lovett, but I have an old injury that prevents me from fully extending my left arm.”
Come closer.
“Oh.” She edges slightly forward. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It happened a couple of years ago. I’m fine.” I wave the papers a little bit.
Come closer.
She takes two more steps. “You’ve got out-of-county plates. What are you doing in town?”
“Just passing through. Looking for a meal.” I smile at her reflection.
“You blew past Lacey’s Diner.” She hitches a thumb over her shoulder.
“Is it good?”
Come closer.
She shrugs. “It’s Tuesday, so meatloaf day. You’re probably better off missing it, if I’m being honest.” Something about her tells me she’s always honest. Just in the way she gives me a half smile, one that screams innocence and trust. But she’s a deputy, which makes me wonder why on earth she’d take a job like that. Interesting
“In that case, I’m glad I missed it.” I pull the papers back in. “Here, I’ll step out and hand them to you.”
“Oh, that’s not nece—”
I can see her eyebrows go up as I step from the car. I’m at least a foot taller than her, and I might guess I have a hundred pounds on her.
Reaching out, I hand her the papers.
She takes them. “Thank you, Mr.…” She looks at my license. “Mr. Cavetti.”
“Call me Bruno.”
She cocks her head at me and points to the driver’s seat. “Just sit tight, and I’ll be right back.”
“Of course, Officer.” I move to get back into my car, and she turns on her heel and reaches for the radio on her shoulder.
Before she gets the chance to say a word, I wrap my forearm around her throat. Her hat falls off, and I get a look at her blond hair, though it’s in a tight bun.
She paws at my arm and struggles against me, then reaches for her gun. I press my nose into her hair and inhale. Fuck, she smells sweet like gummy bears.
I watch as she fights me and tries to get her weapon, curious to see how far she’ll get.
She flips the button closure from the holster and pulls it free, but as she lifts it, her hand falters.
“I’m not going to kill you,” I whisper, my lips against her ear. “I could. I could end you right here, right now. But I won’t.” I run my teeth along her skin. “Because I want you.”
She tries to lift the gun one more time and almost points it back at me, but I spin her around, and the gun goes flying onto the roadway with a clatter. When she slumps in my arms, I let up on the pressure, then lift her into my arms and carry her to the back of my Range Rover. She feels perfect in my arms.
Laying her onto the mat in the back, I remove her sunglasses and stare down at her pretty face. And for the first time in a long, long fucking time, I smile.
2
Lovett
I moan as his hands roam my body. His touch isn’t soft. It’s firm and possessive, maybe even a bit protective. I smile, fighting not to wake up from my dream. Usually I suffer from nightmares that steal my sleep, so I fight to stay under, never wanting this to end.
Why is it that every time you realize you’re in a sex dream your mind tries to rob you of it? I press my thighs together, enjoying the unfamiliar throb there. Another moan leaves my lips.
“Bet you taste as sweet as you sound.” A voice rumbles next to my ear, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
I gasp, realizing the deep voice I heard is very much real and not a dream at all. My eyes spring open, but I only see darkness. I never sleep in the dark. I always leave a light on somewhere.
I reach for my throat, remembering the feeling of all the air leaving my body. Once I realize nothing is around my neck, I reach for my gun but come up empty-handed. Everything is gone, even my belt. Panic, the raw kind that turns your insides to acid, rises into my throat. What the heck is going on?
I jerk up into a sitting position, trying to get my bearings and allowing time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. “Who’s there?” I ask. My mind is already flashing to the last thing I remember.
“Bruno Cavetti.” My heart starts to strum harder as I remember the man as he unfolded from his vehicle. He was intimidating, standing over a foot taller than me. Yet that didn’t stop my attraction to him.
The rush of heat I’d felt at the sight of him mixed with the touch of fear because of his size had surprised me. He could easily overpower me was my first thought in that moment. I should have moved away from him, or called for backup sooner, but my stupid twisted mind had gotten caught up in the idea of him overpowering me.
Before him it had been a fantasy of mine, nothing more. One that I’ve kept trapped away in the back of my mind for as long as I can remember. And that fantasy definitely didn’t have a place in my career, especially when most of the guys I took down were short on hygiene, teeth, and tact.
Even though this guy made my spidey senses tingle, I never thought for a moment him coming at me could be a real possibility. Especially when I got a better look at the man’s handsome face. He didn’t need to force anyone to do anything. I should've known better than to let my guard down. I was trained to know better.
“You remember.” His deep voice rumbles from somewhere close. A moment later, the room fills with light. I blink as I take in the overly done bedroom around me, trying to figure out where I am.
The giant windows are covered in heavy, thick curtains from floor to ceiling, not revealing what time of the day it might even be. I’m sitting in the center of a fluffy bed. Everything in the room screams of money. There was no expense spared in this place. Why am I here?
“You must have been tired. You shouldn’t have been out so long.” Is he actually trying to sound concerned? The man abducted me, and now he’s worried if I’m well rested or not?
“You choked me.” I brush my fingers across my throat. There is no pain there. Even when he’d wrapped his arm around me, it hadn’t hurt. I’d fought him as darkness took me under. He’d let me hit and scratch at him, not trying to stop me.
“I didn’t have much of a choice.” He pushes off the wall he’s casually leaning against. The same calmness he’s displaying now is what had me dropping my guard to begin with when I pulled him over. He wasn’t what I expected when I saw the sleek fancy SUV speeding through town. Then again, I don’t think anyone ever expects someone like him.
“You didn’t have a choice?” I question as I scurry backwards until my back hits the headboard. He stops when he gets to the side of the bed.
It’s then that it really sinks in that I have nothing to defend myself with. All of my training would be useless against this man. He’s more than twice my size, and he’s all brute force. He’d already gotten the drop on me. I’m done for. I won’t be able to stop him. Again, that same wicked thrill runs through my body, making me wonder what is wrong with me? How could I possibly be getting turned on right now?
“How else was I going to get you to come with me?”
I stare at him. Why does he have to be so damn handsome? I bet if he were hideous, my body and mind would be in sync with one another. That the only thing I would feel is fear. And that’s the last thing I feel right now.
“Why?” I find myself asking.
There is no way he doesn’t realize what he’s done. I mean, he may be big, but he in no way looks as though he’s dumb.
He’s kidnapped a police officer. He doesn't seem crazy, so there must be some reason I’m not understanding. He knocked me out. He could have taken off and gotten away. If he wanted me dead, he had the chance to kill me already.
“I want you,” he states simply. The same words he said after he’d said he wasn't going to kill me.
“You want me?” I repeat. “I’m not just a toy on a shelf you can grab and take with you.” Does he have any idea how utterly insane he sounds?
“You must be hungry,” he says as his eyes roam over my body. The way he’s devouring me with them, you’d think I was naked and not still in my uniform. Minus my shoes and utility belt.
“I’m not hungry.” My stomach is in knots.
“You’ll change your mind when you see the food. Alice has been cooking since I brought you home. We don’t want to be rude. She’s excited.”
“Rude!” I hiss. “We don’t want to be rude?”
Okay, maybe he is crazy. My eyes drop to his hand to check for a wedding band. Is he talking about his wife? Surely not. I glare at him as I find myself growing madder at the fact that he might have a wife. Even if I don’t see a ring or the indentation of one, he might have removed it.
