Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

Chapter Three: Kicking Him Where It HurtsNôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

MONALISA P. O. V

I packed all my valuable belongings into my luggage and suddenly realized that I had been naked the whole time. I chuckled softly, shaking my head.

I reached into my wardrobe and grabbed a red tee and black shorts. I put them on and zipped up my luggage.

Suddenly, my door swung open and a young guy walked into my room, glaring at me as he approached. “Let’s go. I don’t have time to waste,” he said coldly, glancing at his wristwatch. The shining silver on his watch caught my eye, sparkling under the dim blue light in my room. It looked like it was made of silver.

_What a rude guy! _

I looked at him for a moment, probably checking out his outfit. He was wearing a black baggy tee and black pants. His black hair fell adorably on the right side of his face, giving him a playboy vibe.

He had a small gold necklace around his slim neck and his left wrist was adorned with various pretty bracelets. His right arm was covered in tattoos, including a snake, a scorpion, and the head of a wolf.

_This Phil guy is too much. Even his cologne smells similar to Dominic’s. But he’s cute anyway! _

He walked towards me, grabbed my luggage handle, and started leaving my room without saying a word or giving me a chance to speak. I guess he was uncomfortable with my gaze, which is why he reacted that way.

“Hey! Wait for me!” I called out, running after him. But he kept walking faster, not even glancing back as I chased after him.

_How am I supposed to carry out my plans with him acting like this? God! I need your help right now. _

Finally, we exited the building and I followed closely behind him, grumbling under my breath in an attempt to get his attention. But he was determined to ignore me.

_I won’t let him ruin my chance of escaping this hell. Never! _

“Phil… I forgot some important things in my room. Can I go get them?” I asked. He stopped when he heard me call his name and turned to look at me for the second time.

I saw his eyebrows furrow and his forehead crease. Slowly, his mouth formed a hard line and the muscle in his jaw twitched. Anger was evident on his face. “Come on. It’s important,” I pleaded with him, trying to fake a convincing expression.

But the clever guy turned around and continued walking. That’s when I noticed a gun in his back pocket. I quickly ran up behind him and hugged him from behind, wrapping my hands around his neck. “Please… I won’t take long, I promise. I know we have a flight to catch,” I whined, pouting my lips like a child, even though he couldn’t see me since I was behind him.

He let go of my luggage handle and tried to pry my hands off his neck, but I held on tightly as I continued to beg. He struggled to free himself from my grip. I took advantage of the opportunity to slip my right hand into his back pocket, while my left hand remained on his neck.

I discreetly took the gun out of his pocket and quickly hid it under my tee. Finally, I released my hold on his neck and flashed him a smile as he rolled his eyes at me and asked, “Is it really that important?” He spoke plainly, running his hand through his dark hair in frustration as he suspiciously glared at me.

“Just give me a minute,” I said, leading the way back to the building, confident that he was following behind me with a deep frown on his face. But who cares anyway?

I pushed open my door and entered my room, thinking about the perfect time to execute my plans. Shortly after, Phil walked in, rolling my luggage with his right hand. “We’re here now. We need to leave as soon as possible,” he muttered, scanning my room.

“Can you help me look for my shoes? I remember leaving them in this corner of my room, but I can’t seem to find them anywhere,” I said, pretending to search through my empty wardrobe and grumbling under my breath, pretending to be frustrated.

turned to see his eyebrows raised and his face twisted in confusion. Damn! He looked so funny.

“Am I a joke to you?” he groaned angrily. His expression changed from confusion to pure anger as he clenched his fist. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under by now.

He angrily turned towards the door and started walking away, saying, “You better follow me or you won’t like what I do.” He warned in a cold, threatening voice and kicked my luggage to the floor before leaving.

I slowly tiptoed towards my luggage and unlocked it. I pulled out my highest heels from among my shoes as I followed behind him. I raised my hand high and struck him hard on the back of his head before he could reach for my door handle.

Damn! Blood was gushing out from the cut I had inflicted on him. I suddenly became scared of the consequences of my actions. But right now, I didn’t care anymore. All I wanted was to escape from this hellhole. I couldn’t go back to Dominic; now I had the chance to finally be free like a bird.

Phil slowly turned towards me, his eyes bloodshot. His face was devoid of all emotion and his gaze burned through my skin. He pressed his lips together tightly as he stormed towards me like a predator going after its prey.

_Monalisa, think and act fast. You have to do something. Time is running out. _

Phil closed the distance between us, getting closer and closer with a clenched fist.

Being the quick-thinking girl that I am, I pulled out the gun I had hidden under my shirt. I pointed it in his direction. “Take one step closer and I swear, I’ll blow your damn skull off!” I declared loudly. He stopped and burst into laughter, leaving me confused.

__Isn’t he scared of the gun I’m holding? Fuck! Monalisa, you’re such an idiot. Why would he be scared of a gun when he’s Dominic’s right-hand man? They both have darkness in their veins. __

But I didn’t let my thoughts discourage me. I tightened my grip on the gun, being more cautious. He continued laughing like a maniac as he walked towards me, perhaps my shoe strike had affected his brain.

_Good for him. _

“Holding an empty gun, huh?” he sneered, a hint of mockery in his voice. I began to back away, still holding onto the gun. “You want to shoot, right? Then go ahead. What’s stopping you?” he sneered, laughing loudly.

At some point, I started doubting myself. What if he was telling the truth? That meant I was in trouble.

He finally stopped in front of me. “Fuck!” he cursed. “It hurts. How could you think of using your shoes on me?” he muttered under his breath, holding his head in pain. “I’ll deal with you,” he groaned and lunged towards me. Without thinking, I pulled the trigger, my eyes tightly shut. After a few seconds, I heard him whimpering. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him lying in a pool of blood.

His leg was bleeding profusely and my jaw dropped. “What the hell?!” I looked at the gun in my hand in shock, then shifted my gaze to Phil, who was groaning in pain on the floor, clutching his wounded leg. Seeing his weakened state, I quickly grabbed my luggage and headed for the exit, but I found myself being held against the wall.

Damn! I could barely breathe as I struggled to free myself, but all my efforts were in vain. “Let me go, you fucking idiot!” I shouted, hitting his hand repeatedly. In the process, the gun slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, out of my reach.

He hissed in pain, trying hard not to break down, but he was sweating profusely. The bullet was already taking its toll on him. “Do you… do you think I’ll let you go unpunished? I–I will te—tell Dominic everything. ” he sputtered, his voice filled with pain.

At the mention of ‘DOMINIC,’ fear gripped my body and my head spun like a wild tornado. But the strength I never knew I had overcame my fear. I used the only weapon I had at that moment, kicking him hard in between his legs to make him let go.