Mafia's Revenge: His Obsession

How dare he

Alex’s P.O.V.

The spreading light of the morning hit the window. I woke up and looked at the wall clock. It was eleven in the morning. I still didn’t know how I reached home last night nor did I remember the face of that man.

"Oh, so late.” I quickly got up, wrapped my hair, and headed to the attached washroom.

Today was my birthday, and I had to get up early and get ready so my father wouldn’t get angry. I turned 18 today, but there was no excitement. I never felt special like other girls.

After getting fresh, I came downstairs. My dad was present at the dining table.

“You are late.” His stern voice stopped me.

“Sorry. I tried, but... I left my sentence and sat in the chair next to him.

“Today is your birthday. I’ve arranged the celebration ceremony at the hotel at noon. Get there on time. I have a surprise there for you.” He said it with boredom. It was never pleasant for him to celebrate my day.

Yes, that was true; he was never a sweet father to me. Despite being his only daughter, I didn't receive any affection from him. Rather, he likes Emily, a daughter of our chief. That was strange; I even felt jealousy for Emily. She wasn't superior to me, and she wasn't as pretty as I was, yet she held a special place in his heart.

“Okay.” I jerked my thoughts away and nodded slowly. Maybe it had to happen that way.

“Take Emily with you wherever you go.” I received his next order with a sigh. Why does he always doubt me?

“I have to go to my friends. What would she do there?” The weight of his expectations pressed down on me, so I couldn’t stop myself. I knew his reaction would be hard, but I can’t bear Emily around me.

“Don’t dare to disobey me. You forgot the punishment you received last week.” He tried to warn me. I can’t forget the punishment; he locked me in the dark room for three days, even though he knew darkness was my biggest fear.

“I never understood why you were doing all this. You never loved me, never cared about me, then why put on a show by throwing parties for me?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked, looking at his face. He stared at me for a moment and then stood up.

“You will know. For now, concentrate on what I've told you. Just go out and about; let people see how happy you are in your life and how much love I have for you. Understand?” He ordered and, without hearing my answer, left.

This is how I grew up. He remained unchanging, consistently strict, and sometimes even harsh with me. Emily was luckier than me to have his love. As I observed her approaching, a smirk playing on her face, it was clear she was aware of my discomfort. She knew I didn’t like her presence; she seemed to relish riding on my shoulders. She was, after all, a spy for my father.

“Let’s go, dear.” Her sarcastic smile made me feel out of control. Why did I have to endure all this? Why can’t I go anywhere freely? Today I turned 18; no one can bind me now.

“You are not going anywhere. I will go by myself.” I left my seat and said it in a loud voice. Her mouth fell open. She didn’t expect this. “But Uncle….”

“Don’t worry about father-daughter things. I will handle myself.” I said that and left with fast steps. I was not going to take her anywhere with me today. My direction was toward my favorite club, where my father didn’t want me to go.

I took my purse and moved towards my car.

“Give the key to me.” I ordered and extended my hand towards the driver but an unknown face startled me.

I never saw him, dad was never neglectful. For the first time there was a different man.

“Where is Jack?” I asked in a stern voice and he bowed slightly.

“He is not here. The master assigned me to guard you today. I'll accompany you wherever you wish to go.” He said and made me frowned. How confident he was.

“That is the order of master.” As he noticed my anger, he said respectfully. His polite and dignified manner was not like he was servant. I looked at him from head to toe. His dressing, his posture, nothing was like he was just a guard.

Shrugged carelessly, I took small steps and approached the car. As I seated, the car start moving.

"You look quite stunning in those clothes," he remarked suddenly, causing me to startle.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner?" I retorted.

"My boldness stems from your affection. Permit me to confess, I've admired you since the first moment I laid eyes on you," he said, devoid of any fear in his tone.

“How dear you, I will throw you to the dogs." I exclaimed, my anger flushing my cheeks red.

“Do you think I am afraid?" he calmly replied, fixing his gaze at me.

“You are a slave to my command. Don't forget your place. What if I complain to my father?" I reminded him sharply.

“Who will believe you? Your father doesn't like you anyway,” he remarked, holding a mirror to my face. I felt ashamed to confront the truth.

“I'll make you regret.” I barely clenched my fists to control myself.

"You're disregarding your reality. I'm well-acquainted with individuals like you," I stated knowingly. Suddenly, he turned up the volume and accelerated the car.

"You're not sober. That's enough! I'll inform my father about your behavior," I shouted.

"I can take you wherever I want now," His tone shifted abruptly as he addressed me directly.

"No one will be aware," he added cryptically and I become stone. His ideas were perilous. The puzzle was unraveling. I looked at his face in fear. What if he really did that?

I didn’t dare to utter a word after that. I thanked as he reached the porch, then halted the car and stepped out.

"I apologize for any behavior," he said, exhaling heavily. The rhythm of my heart was still erratic.

“You will regret it.” I stared at his back with disdain and muttered.