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CHAPTER 9

Author: Cam Diego
last update publish date: 2026-04-23 11:24:30

JENNIE’S POV

I barely slept, every time I closed my eyes the image of that slow-moving car came back, headlights sweeping across the blinds like searching fingers.

By the time the first gray light crept into the living room I was already up making coffee and listening for any sound from the bedroom. Ivan had left the door cracked last night, something he had never done before.

I wonder if he slept at all.

He emerged just as the pot finished brewing; his hair was tousled, and his black t-shirt w
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  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 15

    JENNIE’S POVThe drive back to the city was nothing like the frantic escape from the night before. We were in a different vehicle now, a nondescript silver truck that smelled of stale tobacco and cold air. Ivan sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the unfolding road, while I huddled in the back. The silence between us was no longer heavy with tension, it was thick with the grim reality of what was about to happen.Ivan had spent the last hour on his burner phone, speaking in rapid, low Russian. The name Viktor was a recurring curse in his sentences, spat out like a piece of lead.Every time he spoke his hands would subconsciously drop to the heavy weapon on his hip, his fingers drumming against the leather holster.“We are close,” Ivan said, turning slightly in his seat to look at me. The morning light caught the sharp angles of his face, making the green of his eyes look like shattered glass.“When we reach perimeter, you stay with Luka in second car. You do not leave his s

  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 14

    JENNIE’S POVThe air in the cabin shifted instantly. It became cold, sharp, and electric. Ivan didn’t move a muscle, but the way he looked at the door told me he was ready to kill whatever stepped through it. He looked like a man made of stone, his green eyes narrowed into slits.“Ivan”, Nikolai’s voice came again, followed by a light mocking laugh. “Is that any way to greet your little brother? I spent three days digging through the garbage of this city to find you.”Ivan did not lower the gun. “Luka, let him in if he’s alone.”The door creaked open, complaining of its rusted hinges. A man stepped into the light who looked like a younger, leaner reflection of Ivan. He had the same dark hair and the same striking grey eyes that I had once thought Ivan possessed, but there was a frantic, unstable energy about him.He looked like a wire pulled too tight, vibrating with a force he couldn't control.Nikolai stepped inside, his gaze immediately darting from Ivan to me. He froze, his head

  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 13

    JENNIE’S POVThe truck felt like a cage, the suspension was shot, sending a jolt through my spine every time Luka hit a pothole, but I didn’t dare complain. Outside the glass, the familiar skyline of the city was being replaced by skeletal trees and rusted warehouses that looked like they hadn’t seen a coat of paint since the eighties.Ivan was silent. He had let go of my hand to lay a fresh clip into his handgun, his movements were mechanical and hypnotic. He didn't look like the man who had asked me about my school or eaten my soup anymore. He looked like the head of the Russian mafia that the news reports always warned about.“How much further?” I asked, my voice cracking.“Not long”, Ivan said. He didn’t look at me, but he reached out and rested his heavy hand on my knee. It was a grounding weight, though his eyes remained fixed on the road behind us.“Luka, take dirt path by water, they will struggle with mud if they follow us.”Luka nodded, wrenching the steering wheel to the r

  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 12

    JENNIE’S POVThe city blurred past the window in a smear of neon lights and drenched pavement. I kept my eyes on the side mirror, watching for the silver SUV but Luka was a ghost behind the wheel, weaving through narrow backstreets and one-way alleys I didn’t even know existed.Beside me, Ivan was coiled like a spring with lethal intent. He hadn’t let go of my hand, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was staring straight ahead, his jaw was so tight I could see the muscle jumping in his cheek.The green of his eyes had turned dark, like a forest at midnight, reflecting the passing streetlamps in rhythmic flashes."Where are we going?" I finally found my voice, though it sounded small and fragile in the cabin of the car."Out of the city center," Ivan answered. He didn't turn his head. "Viktor has eyes on ports and main hotels. We go where he does not think I step foot.""Boss," Luka interjected, his voice tight as he checked the rearview. "The SUV turned off three blocks back. I think we

  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 11

    JENNI’S POVThe urgency in Ivan’s voice sent jolts down my system. I didn’t ask questions. You don’t ask for a checklist when a man like Ivan Volkov tells you the clock has run out.I scrambled into my bedroom, my hands shaking so violently I nearly dropped my backpack. I shoved a few changes of clothes inside, not even looking at what I was grabbing.My eyes landed on the small photo of my mother on the nightstand. For a split second, I hesitated, my heart crashing against my rib cage. If I took it, this was real. If I took it I was admitting that I might not come back to this apartment for a long time.I grabbed it, wrapping it in a sweater before burying it deep in the bag.When I stepped back into the living room, Ivan was a different person. The softness that coloured his green eyes just minutes ago was gone, and replaced by a terrifying, cold clarity.He was standing by the door, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, checking the magazine of his handgun with a practiced sm

  • VOLKOV’S OBSESSION    CHAPTER 10

    JENNIE’S POVThe silence in the apartment felt different tonight. It wasn’t the peaceful quiet I had grown used to over the last few days; it was the kind of heavy, pressurized stillness that came right before a thunderstorm broke.I stood in the kitchen, staring at two empty mugs on the counter. Ivan’s hand touched mine only minutes ago but my skin felt like it was still humming from the contact.Three more days.The words echoed in my head, he had given me three more days, but the way he kept looking at the window told me he didn’t even think we had that long.I looked towards the bedroom door. He was in there probably sitting on the edge of the bed with that burner phone in his hand, calculating moves I couldn’t even begin to understand. I hated that I was just a civilian in his war. I hated even more that I was starting to care about the outcome of a battle I didn’t belong in.Unable to sit still, I started cleaning. It was a nervous habit, something to drown out the sound of my o

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