Best Friend Obsession

Mike waited impatiently for Denise to walk through those doors. They are finally back on track after resolving their misunderstanding. He looked at his watch and frowned as he realized Denise should have arrived five minutes earlier.

“It’s already 8:30 p. m.; what’s going on?” he thought to himself. Just as he was about to leave, Ronnie burst through the door, a panicked expression on his face. Mike’s heart sank as he realized what it meant. He yelled Denise’s name throughout the house but got no response.

“Please don’t leave me, Denise; I need you,” he said quietly, crumpling to his knees after the last room was checked. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and saw Ronnie’s heartbreaking eyes on him.

“We’ll get her back, Mike, but for now, I need you to keep strong,” Ronnie said as he helped Mike to his feet.

“Call the members; I’ll speak with them,” Mike said. Ronnie then responded with a nod.

~

Mike then entered the dining room and saw everyone sitting around the table, all with worried expressions. He made a fixed expression before taking a deep breath and acknowledging them.

“I don’t know exactly what happened to my wife, but I know I’ll stop at nothing to find here; if you find out or know anything about what happened, please let me know.”

He turned away from everyone, but a small hand clasped around his bicep. He lowered his head to see if it was Samantha. Inquiringly, he raised his brow.

“Um, I have something to tell you about Denise, which I assume is why she’s been taken.”

Mike then calmly grabbed her and led her into his office, where she sat in a chair in front of his desk.

“Speak,” he instructed.

“I was with her earlier, but there was a man who came in and he has a tattoo like your mafia member, so I suspect that one of the mafia members was a traitor,” Samantha explained. “I didn’t recognize his face since he wears a mask, but one thing I’m sure before I lost consciousness is his tattoo in his right arm.”

“F*ck, who the hell is he?” Mike grumbled, his teeth clenched.

“Better check the CCTV first,” Samantha advised, as he went straight to his laptop and watched the most recent footage.

“F*ck, I know this guy!” he exclaimed, stunned. “How did he do this to me, he was one of my trusted men in my mafia group,” he explained after watching the final video.

“Who is he?” Samantha inquired, concerned.

“It was Ryan,” he said, clenching his fist.

“Ryan? If I’m not mistaken, he was Claire’s ex-boyfriend,” Samantha explained.

“Yeah, I think someone instructed him to do it, and I doubt it was all Claire’s plan,” Mike explained.

“He was too in love with Claire and too stupid to obey her; Claire was simply using him to take revenge on me,” Mike explained.

“Ronnie, trace them and keep me updated,” he said, and Ronnie nodded in response.

Mike mumbled angrily, “I’m going to teach them a lesson when I catch them.”

“Find her as soon as possible, I know Claire was angry at Denise and I have bad feelings about that,” Samantha said, his jaw clenched.

“Oh, and we found this where we think Denise was kidnapped,” Ronnie said as he handed him a small box and walked away.

When he opened it, he found a card and a baby’s dress inside. It wasn’t until he read the card that things started to click in his head.

“What the f*ck, she’s pregnant!”

~

“Denise, sweetie, please, stay strong for me. I will find you soon and have you within my arms in a heartbeat. F*ck, sweetie, I miss you so damn much,” he whispered as He stood up, walking out of his office, determined to find out who ordered Ryan to take his precious wife from him since they are not sure if it was Claire.

If they think he’s become softened by having someone to love, they’re going to realize how much worse he can be by having her ripped away from him.

“I need her by my side,” he whispered, thinking how she gives him one of her smiles that make his heart skip a beat. Feel her soft lips against his, hearing her sweet moans come out of them, or hearing her curse him out when he would do something stupid.

He misses when she plays with his fingers when she’s nervous because she finds comfort in his presence.

He misses when her heartbeat would pick up whenever he’s around her, his touch heating her skin whenever it came into contact with it.

He misses when her cheeks get painted a rosy haze when he’d call her beautiful.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

He then sighed after thinking about her, he picked up his phone and dialed Ronnie’s number.

“Hello, any update?” he asked impatiently.

“We can’t still trace them, Mike,” Ronnie replied in frustration.

“F*ck, please do everything. I can’t wait any longer, we need to find her as soon as possible,” he said before he hung up the phone.

~

“Wake up!” yelled a grumpy voice, and Denise felt the side of her face burn as her headshot to the left as a result of the impact of her slap.

She clenched her teeth and bit her tongue as she started struggling against the chains that bound her.

“Why did you bring me here, Claire? Stop being such a b*tch and let me out of here!!” she yelled, watching her as she hovered her like some sick wild animal swarming its prey.

“I brought you here to exact my revenge, Denise; didn’t I promise you that I’d kill you?” Claire smirked at her. Denise’s heartbeat quickened as she spoke.

“Is she serious? I need to escape, I need to protect my baby,” Denise thought to herself.

“Isn’t it funny? that you think you’re in a position to ask questions?” Claire exclaimed.

“I pity you, Denise. You were too brave when we last spoke, but now you’re such a puppy. Don’t you know I’m so excited to kill you?” she smirked as she picked up the knife and the axes.

“Would you rather have this knife or these axes, Denise? Don’t be shy; choose what you want me to use when I kill you later,” Claire laughed evilly.

“Mike, please come and save me,” Denise prayed silently as her tears streamed down her cheeks.