Page 69 of King of Obsession

A groan rumbles in my throat.You didn’t want to be my queen.

The reminder alone shoots lethal pain into my veins. Lucky for me, I am used to feeling dead.

With her eyes firmly set on something else, I can finally work in peace.

After I am done, I look at my handiwork, then I place some gauze on it and transparent tape to prevent infection. It will heal nicely.

I stand up, ready to leave. I can’t be in her vicinity for long, afraid I won’t control myself.

“Nothing for the pain?”

I don’t bother answering her as I close the door behind me.

Breathing in and out in a calming rhythm to gather myself, I throw my head back, curling my hands at my sides.

I can’t keep her in there forever.

I can’t bring her back to my bed.

I am fucked either way.

The moment I climb into the golf cart, I call Lorenzo and tell him to send the doctor in a few hours to check on her. I have stuff to do. One interaction with her for today is more than enough.

Reaching my house, I see my sister sitting on the porch and playing with Kill.

She casts a hard glare my way. “So, is she still alive or dead?” she snickers.

“Tone it down, Dahlia.”

She gives me attitude and plenty, but at least she does it in private.

Her reply is to kiss Kill on his head. No wonder he’s such a softie when my sister has cuddled him since the first moment I brought him home. Standing up, she turns her back to me and strides back toward the mansion.

I head to my car, mumbling under my breath, “Damn women,” and drive the ten minutes to my office in silence and unbothered.

I haven’t been inside my penthouse since my drunk stupor. I moved into the spare bedroom next to my office until the house was ready.

Mika still gives me a hard time that she had the power to chase me out of my home. But it definitely increased my focus and working hours.

I am planning on expanding our Reno base, buying the surrounding land. As I scan the development plan, Mika walks into my office.

I clench my jaw when I catch the glance of worry in his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he says, “Our men found the ones responsible for messing with our port—a biker gang. Up for a trip to the warehouse? It’s been a while.”

I smirk. “Let them stew a little longer.”

Nothing like spilling the blood of your enemies with your best friend. I need to channel this violence as apparently, I can’t kill her—yet.

“So, are we talking about it?” he asks once it’s decided.

“No.”

He groans. “Let me guess. She’s alive and well. I give you a few more days until she’s back under your skin, a place she never left. Then she’ll get in your bed again and you motherfucker will have learned nothing.”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it.” I snap, slapping my palms on the desk, the contents rattling just like my insides.

Not even a full day back and she fucks with my control like nothing else.

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