Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. V

I strode back to where Derek was sitting, and my gaze never left him. I felt my heart ooze at his miserable state. Now I wished I can cease all the pains he is passing through; because he doesn’t deserve to be hurt in any way.

And it hurts, even more, to learn that he risked his own life to save mine. His actions speak more louder than his voice. His love, affection, and care are all interpreted in all his actions.

He hasn’t spoken about love, yet he desired to protect me from any danger. He hasn’t spoken about his care for me, yet he never wants to let me go off his sight. And his affection, his eyes said it all.

No matter how much he tried to hide his feelings, I can bet he is feeling the same way I do. He wants me just like I want him and we never want to lose each other.

I just wish one day, he can open up his heart and let me in officially.

“You need to take off the bullets from his body, first before any other thing.” Diane began to stride closer to me.

But I stopped her midway with a hard glare before she could get more closer, “If you had done the right thing, we would’ve been in this mess!” I tried as much as possible to put up with her presence in this room, no doubt I will need her help.

I wondered what she would gain by doing all this. No! She can’t be trusted. The moment Derek wakes up, I will make sure I explained everything to him. Diane can’t be trusted. I feel like she’s up to something mischievous and dangerous and I must stop her.

“You want to tell him everything once he wakes up? Then go ahead, let us see if he would believe you or me.” She spoke and smirk with so much confidence and composure, which left me wondering if she was just a chef or was they something else.

“What are you trying to say?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, as my gaze unexpectedly averted to the lady’s picture-hanging in single part of the room.

_Who is Becca? What connection does she have with Derek? First, he used ‘Becca’ for his password code, now her picture is decorated in every single part of his room_

I quickly repealed the urge to ask her about Becca. But I decided to keep calm because Derek is the only one in that position to tell me.

But come to think of It. Do I have the right to ask him about his personal life? Who did he once date, or does he have a present girlfriend? I don’t want to overstep my boundary and don’t want to get on his bad side either. I will just keep calm and find out everything myself.

“You should think of a way to get those bullets out of his body. About your question? Don’t worry, with time you will know. His first aid box is on his third wardrobe.” She pointed at his wardrobe with was lined in a roll…

Her actions again threw me Into another series of thoughts like; Why is she helping Derek? I thought she wanted him dead. This lady is confusing the hell out of me because she’s so cunny but yet dangerous.

I never uttered a word to her, as I strode toward Derek’s wardrobe I hastily opened the third wardrobe and without any time wasting, my eyes located his first aid box.

I retrieved it from the wardrobe, ran toward Derek, and crouch beside him. I began to take off his suit jacket, followed by his shirt, now he was laying upper body naked in front of me, with blood oozing from every part of his wounded area.

My fingers trailed all over his flawless skin, and I moved down my hand to his waistline, caressing his tattoo name and tears clouded my eyes.

“Horny bitch, can you get to work?” Diane sneered, rolling her eyes.

I opened the first aid and was shocked to see extra items rather than the normal items, and it gladden my heart.

I retrieved a small spear knife from the box and pierced it into the first hole and pull out a bullet. I wasn’t scared to do that to Derek, because I had done it countless on Dominic in the past. So I’m likely an expert on this.

Each by each I successfully pulled out all the bullets, and more blood keep oozing out from his body, and his body was also drenched with sweat. I quickly applied the ointment and wrapped a black fabric around his shoulder region, and proceed to the deep cut on his head, and cleaned up the blood too, before wrapping up his head with a white fabric.

I wanted to take off his trouser but Diane’s gaze was fixed on us so I repealed the thought of doing so. “Diane, I need warm water in a bowl with a little hand towel.” I stood up and walked past her to return the box to his wardrobe.

She scoffed loudly, “Are my your maid? If you can’t go out yourself, then get lost.” She rolled her eyes, as she gaze around the room instead.

A wave of insecurity washed through me because I can’t find myself leaving Derek under the care of this devil. Now I wished I could drag him along with me to the kitchen. “Where is the kitchen”I asked. I had no choice, do I?Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Go down the third stairs, and you will see a dinner table, take your left turn then you will see the kit…”

I ran out of the room in haste, before she would complete her words. Because I don’t want to take chances of leaving Derek under her care not even for a second.

DAINE POV.

I could scent trouble prowling around… And I won’t let this bitch, messed things up for me. I need to find a way to get done with my plans and leave this house as soon as possible, but I know it will be impossible now because that bitch is bent on ruining my plans.

She’s like a shell around him now, and it will be so hard to penetrate. I had to think and work fast. I need a well-planned strategy that would drive them apart. But firstly, I must set that bitch up.

_Poor thing. She doesn’t know who she’s messy with_

I dragged myself off the sofa and strode toward Derek who lay with his chest facing the sofa and his bare was exposed to me and it was neatly cleaned up.

My fingers clutched into a fist, as my mind drift back to how all these started.

I danced in my room to the slow music playing in the background, sipping on my glass of red wine, celebrating my victory after I received a call from my men that Derek was shot dead.

At first, I told my men to shoot Joanne, because I knew her staying here would do me more harm than good. but my men said, they couldn’t get her because Derek took the bullet for her. And that got me so angry, and I ordered them to attack Derek cause it won’t be easy to get her if he is still alive.

After I danced to my satisfaction, then I began to pack my things to elope immediately. But I heard the alarm of the gate which signified that a car was coming.

I quickly peak through my window and was stunned to see Derek’s men guiding him into the building, and he was covered with blood.

I quickly rushed down the stairs in displeasure and almost bumped into them on the way I ran and held Derek’s jaws

“Derek! Derek! What happened!” I shrieked in fake panic, as tears streamed down my cheeks. Ofcause that has been my only weapon. My tears.

“Da—Da…..” He trailed off weakly and passed out leaning his head on my chest.

I held him tightly as I began to wail, while his men consoled me, smoothie me with words. “Don’t worry I will take it up from here.” I wipe away the tears from my face.

They all furrowed their eyebrows and after some time, “So let us take him inside for you. You need to call the doctor as soon as possible because he needs to be attended to.” One of them spoke up.

I watched them gently slump him down on his favorite couch. “You need to pull out—-”

“Don’t worry, I will do all that.” I quickly interrupted him. “You all can take a break, just go meet your families—”

“We can’t leave our boss’s side. We will be outside, just in case you need us.” They began walking away without uttering other words.

“Wait—-” I even tried to stop them but they never cared to listen, as they finally exist the door, ignoring me.

I ran and locked the main door, now just me and Derek. I quickly checked his pulse and he was breathing faintly. _perfect_

I ran upstairs and dragged down a long hard rod, with a rope. I quickly ran down the stairs and bonded his both hands and legs. I roughly pushed him so hard to the floor and a soft groan escaped his lips but his eyes were tightly shut. The bullets were already affecting him.

I raised the hard rod, so high and strike so hard him on the back of his head. His eyes flew open but weakly slid shut.

I quickly assumed he was dead. I dragged him up to the dark room where no one could find him and locked him up.

But as soon as Joanne rushed into the building, I ran to meet his men. “You see, Joanne, is here now. We both can take care of him. Most of you are injured, go treat yourselves, okay?” They all nodded and left.

But deep down, I’m still confused on how she got the key to the lock room. My hands crawled up to my breast and dug my hand into my dress but to my shocking discovery, I found anything. _But how come I can’t find the keys anymore? I Hide it here_

“Stay six feet away from my man, from now on.” I veered around and saw her sending me a suspicious cold glare.