The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 198: Through a man’s heart

Chapter 198: Through a man’s heart

Abby descended the stairs to find Sophia waiting for her in the living room, her warm smile a stark contrast to Abby’s inner turmoil. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Sophia asked, her concern evident in her voice.

Abby forced a small smile, grateful for Sophia’s presence. "I’m hanging in there," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

Sophia nodded understandingly. "Well, how about we go out for some coffee? A change of scenery might do you good," she suggested, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.

Abby hesitated for a moment, considering Sophia’s offer. The idea of stepping outside, even just for a little while, seemed daunting. But she knew that she couldn’t stay cooped up in the house forever, drowning in her own thoughts.

"Okay, coffee sounds good," Abby agreed.

As they prepared to leave, Abby made a quick detour to inform Olivia, the bodyguard assigned to protect her. Despite her best efforts, Abby found it difficult to break through Olivia’s stoic demeanor. She was always so cold and aloof, focused solely on her duty of protecting Abby.

Maybe, Abby thought as she made her way back to Sophia, coffee would be a good opportunity to try to get to know Olivia better.

As Abby and Sophia stepped out of the car , the cool breeze brushed against their faces, bringing a sense of freshness to the air.

As they made their way to the coffee shop, Abby stole glances at Olivia, who walked a few steps behind them, her eyes scanning their surroundings with a vigilant intensity. Despite her attempts at conversation, Olivia remained aloof, her responses curt and guarded.

Abby sighed inwardly, feeling frustrated by the distance between them. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Olivia saw her as nothing more than a job, a duty to be fulfilled rather than a person to be protected.

But as they entered the coffee shop and settled into a cozy corner booth, Abby turned to Olivia, "would you like to join us for coffee?" she asked, her voice gentle yet earnest.

Olivia hesitated for a moment, her expression unreadable. But then, to Abby’s surprise, a flicker of warmth crossed Olivia’s features, and she nodded. "Sure, why not," she replied, her voice softer than before.

As Abby, Sophia, and Olivia settled into their booth, a friendly waiter approached them with a warm smile. "Good afternoon, ladies. What can I get for you today?" he asked, his tone polite and welcoming.

Abby glanced at the menu, her mind already set on her favorite drink. "I’ll have a cappuccino, please," she said, her voice steady.

Sophia chimed in next, her eyes scanning the menu with interest. "I’ll have a chai latte, please, with a shot of vanilla syrup."

The waiter nodded, jotting down their orders before turning to Olivia, who had been observing the exchange with a quiet intensity. "And for you, ma’am?" he asked, his expression polite.

Olivia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering to the array of pastries displayed behind the counter. "I’ll have a black coffee, please," she said finally, her voice soft but decisive.

Abby noticed the longing glances Olivia cast towards the pastries, and a thought occurred to her. "Would you like to try one of the pastries?" she asked, gesturing towards the display. "They look delicious."

Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise at the offer, a hint of gratitude shining in her gaze. "Uh, sure, why not," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty

As the waiter left to fulfill their order, Sophia turned to Abby.

"So, Abby, tell me," Sophia leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "how is your relationship with Remo? I need to know details so that I can teach you one or two tricks. Have you guys done the deed yet?"

Abby’s cheeks flushed crimson at Sophia’s bold question, her gaze darting nervously around the coffee shop as if searching for an escape route. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself despite the embarrassment burning within her.

"Um, well," Abby began, her voice faltering slightly as she struggled to find the right words. She wasn’t accustomed to discussing such intimate details, especially not in such a public setting.

Before Abby could formulate a response, Olivia intervened, her tone firm but polite. "Sophia, I don’t think that’s an appropriate question," she interjected, her gaze unwavering as she met Sophia’s eyes.

Sophia blinked in surprise at Olivia’s directness, her expression softening with understanding. "Oh, I’m sorry," she apologized, her tone contrite. "I didn’t mean to overstep."

Abby let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful for Olivia’s intervention. "It’s okay," she murmured, her cheeks still tinged with embarrassment

"We have—" Abby began, her voice trailing off as she hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She glanced at Sophia, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, before meeting Olivia’s steady gaze.

Sophia beamed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good, do you know what’s the way to a man’s heart ?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Abby raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Sophia’s question. "Um, cooking his favorite meal?" she ventured, unsure of where Sophia was going with this.

Sophia chuckled, shaking her head at Abby’s response. "Close, but not quite," she replied with a playful grin.

"The way through a man’s heart is through his pants!" Sophia exclaimed, her tone mischievous as she leaned in closer to Abby

Abby’s eyes widened in surprise at Sophia’s bold statement, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Sophia!" she exclaimed.

Sophia grinned mischievously, her eyes dancing with excitement. "It’s true!" she insisted, her voice filled with conviction. "Women hold so much power, Abby. You just need to know how to unleash it."

Abby couldn’t help but be intrigued by Sophia’s words. She had never considered herself to be particularly adept at wielding power, especially not in her relationship with Remo. But there was something in Sophia’s confidence that sparked a flicker of curiosity within her.

"Okay, I’m intrigued," Abby admitted, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "What do you have in mind?"

Sophia’s grin widened as she leaned in conspiratorially. "Let’s go shopping," she suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "When Remo comes back, instead of arguing with him, let’s try something else."

Abby’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Sophia’s proposal, but she found herself nodding in agreement. "Okay, let’s do it," she said, a sense of anticipation building within her.

*******

Vincent’s body lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, a grim testament to the brutality of Remo’s punishment. Blood pooled around him, staining the ground beneath him with dark, crimson hues that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the room.

His once immaculate suit was now torn and blood-soaked, the fabric clinging to his battered form like a shroud of death. Deep lacerations crisscrossed his skin, the result of Remo’s merciless torture, their ragged edges a stark reminder of the agony he had endured in his final moments.

Vincent’s face bore the marks of Remo’s cruelty – bruises and cuts marring his once handsome features, his eyes closed in a final, silent plea for mercy that had never come. A thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, a grim testament to the violence that had been inflicted upon him.

But perhaps the most chilling aspect of Vincent’s body was the stillness that now enveloped him, the absence of life that hung heavy in the air like a shroud. No longer would he breathe or move or speak, his existence snuffed out in a cruel twist of fate at the hands of his own betrayal.

Remo’s gaze lingered on the lifeless body of Vincent sprawled on the floor. The once vibrant man now lay silent and still, a testament to the unforgiving nature of Remo’s justice.

A smirk played at the corners of Remo’s lips as he admired his handiwork, the sight of Vincent’s broken form filling him with a perverse sense of satisfaction. To Remo, this was more than just punishment – it was a statement, a chilling reminder to all who dared to defy him of the consequences that awaited those who crossed his path.

He turned his gaze to his workers, their faces a canvas of fear and apprehension. Remo’s smirk widened as he took in their expressions, knowing that the message had been received loud and clear. They should know better than to cross him, he thought with a cold satisfaction.

With a nod of approval, Remo turned and made his way out of the room, leaving his workers to grapple with the aftermath of his ruthless display.

Tony approached Remo with a deep frown etched on his face, his usual air of confidence replaced by a look of concern.

"What’s wrong?" Remo inquired, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of apprehension.

Tony rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flickering to the ground before meeting Remo’s eyes. "I’ve been trying to reach Olivia and Abby," he admitted, his tone tight with worry, "but neither of them is answering their phones."

A chill swept through Remo at Tony’s words, a sense of unease settling over him like a heavy cloak.