The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 61: The Package

Chapter 61: The Package

The aroma of simmering marinara sauce filled the cozy kitchen as Abby deftly ladled steaming pasta onto plates, her brow furrowing in concern as she glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time. Tony sat at the table, a crease of worry etched into his brow as he absently twirled his fork.

"Any word from Remo yet?" Abby’s voice was tinged with unease as she set a plate of pasta in front of Tony.

Tony shook his head, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. "Not yet. He said he had some business to take care of, but he should be back soon."

Just as the words left Tony’s lips, the heavy click of the front door echoed through the house, signaling Remo’s return. Abby’s heart skipped a beat as she rushed to greet him, her eyes scanning his form for any signs of trouble.

Remo entered the kitchen, his presence commanding yet tinged with weariness. Abby’s gaze lingered on him, noting the faint smudges of dirt on his clothes and the telltale signs of exhaustion etched into his features.

"Remo, you’re back," Abby exclaimed, her voice tinged with relief. "Is everything alright? You look like you’ve been through hell."

Remo offered her a reassuring smile, though it failed to reach his eyes. "I took care of business," he replied cryptically, his voice betraying none of the turmoil beneath the surface.

Abby’s eyes narrowed as she noticed a small smudge of blood on Remo’s sleeve, her concern mounting. "Remo, you’re bleeding," she gasped, reaching out to inspect the wound.

Remo gently pushed her hand away, his expression grim. "It’s not mine," he murmured, his voice heavy with implication.

Remo’s gaze softened as he met Abby’s worried eyes. "Don’t worry, Abby. No one can hurt your husband. I took care of the guy who tried to harm you," he reassured her, his voice carrying a mixture of tenderness and unyielding determination.

Abby’s eyes widened, a mixture of gratitude and curiosity filling her gaze. "Who was it, Remo?" she asked, her concern lingering.

Remo placed a finger on her lips, silencing her gently. "Don’t worry about the details, sweetheart. Just know that he won’t be a problem anymore."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I’m going to freshen up before we eat. Join you in a moment."

As Remo disappeared to clean up, Abby exchanged a puzzled glance with Tony, who shrugged in response. Remo returned, moments later, looking rejuvenated and clad in sweatpants and a white top.

"Now, let’s eat," Remo said with a smile, joking Abby and Tony on the table.

As they settled into their meal, Abby’s mind wandered to thoughts of her father. "Remo, tomorrow we should go see my father. The doctors said his lab results will be ready," she mentioned softly, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Remo’s expression softened, his eyes reflecting understanding. "Of course, Abby. We’ll go together," he assured her, his tone gentle yet resolute.

Abby nodded, but a knot of worry tightened in her stomach. The fear of what the results might reveal loomed over her like a dark cloud, threatening to overshadow their fragile sense of normalcy. She tried to push the anxious thoughts aside, focusing instead on the comforting presence of Remo and Tony by her side.

Despite her attempts to conceal her fears, Abby couldn’t shake the gnawing sense of uncertainty that gnawed at her heart. She stole glances at Remo, finding solace in the strength of his presence, but knowing that even he couldn’t shield them from the harsh realities of their reality.

Tomorrow would bring answers, but for now, Abby clung to the fleeting moments of normalcy, savoring the warmth of the meal and the companionship of those she held dear, knowing that in their shared love, there was a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

"Hey, are you okay?" Remo grabbed her hand bringing her out of her stupor.

"Yeah I’m fine." Abby said, forcing out a smile.

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Around the sturdy oak dining table, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, the Harrison family gathered for their evening meal. Harrison sat at the head of the table, his wife to his right and their daughter,Lily, to his left. The aroma of roasted chicken and savory vegetables filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and conversation.

Harrison glanced fondly at Lily, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. "So, Lily, how are things with Alex?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine interest.

Lily’s cheeks flushed pink as she toyed with her fork, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "It’s going well, Dad," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "We went to the movies last weekend, and we’ve been texting each other every day."

Harrison’s smile widened at his daughter’s response, his heart swelling with pride and affection. "That’s wonderful to hear, sweetheart," he remarked, his eyes sparkling with paternal warmth. "Alex seems like a fine young man."

His wife chimed in, her voice filled with motherly affection. "Yes, he’s always been very polite whenever he comes over," she added, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lily beamed at her parents’ approval, a sense of happiness radiating from her. "He’s really sweet, and we have a lot in common," she admitted, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

The harmonious atmosphere of the dinner table shattered as Harrison’s bodyguard, his face etched with concern, entered the room carrying a small package. The air grew thick with tension as he placed it before Harrison with a grim expression.

"Boss, someone delivered this. He said it’s a gift. You will want to check it out."

Harrison frowned he wasn’t expecting any gifts but seeing the package it was probably from one of his business partners.

"Bring it."

The bodyguard put it on the table in front of Harrison.

Harrison untied the string and opened it, revealing a sight that chilled him to the core—a severed human head, its lifeless eyes staring back at him in silent accusation.

Gasps of horror echoed around the table as Lily recoiled in shock, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Harrison’s wife let out a strangled cry, her eyes wide with terror.

Harrison’s blood ran cold as he recognized the face of the man he had sent to kill Abby—the man who now lay dead at his feet. A surge of fear gripped him, squeezing the breath from his lungs as the implications of the gruesome message sank in.

A note was attached to the grisly parcel, its words like poison searing into Harrison’s mind. "Try to harm my wife again, and it will be your daughter’s head," it read, each word dripping with malice and menace.

Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the sound of Lily’s ragged breaths and the pounding of Harrison’s heart. In that moment, the weight of their shared terror hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of their lives.

With trembling hands, Harrison crumpled the note in his fist.

Wife?! That damn Abby, which powerful man has she opened her legs for. Harrison was now curious about this man. Who the hell was he?!