MADDEST OBSESSION - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

The convoy moved in total silence under the cover of night. Six armored vehicles cut through the empty industrial district, engines humming low.
Inside the lead vehicle, Dominic sat beside Aria, fully armed. The weight of his gun rested in his lap, but his hand never left hers.
Their eyes met in the darkness. No words were needed. The bond between them had been tested by fire — betrayal, danger, obsession — and only grown stronger.
Tonight would be war.
Tonight, they’d take Valentina’s empire apart.
Valentina’s Safe House
The building loomed ahead like a fortress: heavily guarded, fortified windows, armed men patrolling every exit.
But Dominic had planned every detail. This wasn’t a reckless assault. This was surgical destruction.
Luca’s voice crackled through the earpiece.
“Positions secured. Snipers ready.”
Dominic glanced at Aria. “Ready?”
She smiled, fearless. “Let’s end her.”
The first shot rang out — sharp, precise. A guard dropped instantly.
Chaos erupted. Alarms blared. Dominic’s men stormed the compound like shadows, swift and lethal.
Aria moved beside Dominic like a trained soldier, gun steady in her hands. Every shot she fired was clean, controlled. The woman who once lived sheltered under her father’s roof was long gone.
Now she was Moretti.
Inside the Fortress
Gunfire echoed through the marble halls as Dominic kicked open Valentina’s office door. She stood behind her desk, rage twisting her beautiful face.
“Dominic,” she hissed. “Bringing your wife to my execution? Brave or foolish?”
Dominic stepped forward, gun aimed directly at her heart. “You touched what’s mine. This was always how it was going to end.”
Valentina’s gaze flickered to Aria. “You think he’ll love you forever, little girl? Men like him always tire of their toys.”
Aria leveled her gun calmly. “He doesn’t tire of what belongs to him. And I don’t break easy.”
Dominic’s lips curled into a deadly smile. “I warned you.”
Valentina’s final breath never came. Aria’s bullet reached her first — straight between the eyes.
The queen had fallen.
Hours Later — The Penthouse
The war was over. The city belonged entirely to the Morettis.
But inside the penthouse, a different kind of heat simmered.
Dominic slammed Aria against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers with desperate hunger. His hands tore at her clothes, exposing her skin as if starving for it.
“You were perfect tonight,” he rasped between kisses. “My queen. My fire.”
Aria’s nails scraped down his back, her breath shallow. “And you’re mine. Every violent, dangerous inch of you.”
Dominic lifted her effortlessly, pressing her harder against the wall as he drove into her with brutal need.
“I want you to feel me for days,” he growled. “Every time you move, I want you to remember what you did to me tonight.”
Their bodies collided wildly, not gentle, but raw and consuming.
“You kill for me,” he whispered into her ear, voice thick with emotion. “You burn the world for me.”
Aria moaned, completely lost under his touch. “I’d kill anyone for you.”
Dominic’s pace grew harder, rougher, punishing and worshipful all at once. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Forever yours.”
And he claimed her again, over and over, as if the whole city needed to hear who she belonged to.