BRATVA'S OBSESSION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Happy birthday my ass, there was nothing happy about today which is my birthday. Firstly, my shift started so early in the morning, secondly, I had missed the bus because I didn’t wake up on time and thirdly to top it all, birthday sex with Mathew sucked ass! Thankfully the bus stopped right across the street from Saint Peterson’s memorial hospital that I currently worked at. I sipped my morning tea, crossing the street to the hospitals gate. “Happy birthday, Jo!” The security guard waved. I held back from groaning out loud but gave him a polite smile and waved back in a hurry. I was probably the only person that hated when others knew about my birthday which was a strange feeling. The strong scent of antiseptics that filled the hospital air immediately wafted my nostrils as i rushed into the elevator to my ward. Slipping into my routine was easy while I masked my exhaustion with a fake smile. I have gotten used to the chaos of my unlucky life, long hours, meager pay, toxic

Sasha My stale glass of Vodka sat untouched on my desk, silence filled the room with the rhythmic ticking of the ornate clock. I leaned back with my eyes fixed on the monitor before me. The security footage was grainy, but it didn’t matter as long as she was on the screen. There she is, walking through the coble street of Chevalier’s estate on her way for his weekly checkups. Pausing the screen, I glanced down to the printed photos on my desk. They were taken through the past two weeks. One of her jogging around the park with headphones on and her tight little sports workout clothes. The others were taken when she was out for work or little grocery runs with her boyfriend- a man who doesn’t deserve her. My curiosity had suddenly turned into some kind of sick obsession.... “What is it about you, Josephine Beaumont......?” I mumbled lowly. It didn’t make sense. I’ve seen countless women who were beautiful, confident, desperate. Yet none of them had ever aroused my curiosity

Josephine That night i couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Every time I had closed my eyes, his face flashed behind my eyelids. Those piercing grey eyes that haunts my thoughts, I couldn’t seem to ignore the unsettling feelings. I sat on the edge of the stiff motel bed with my knees to my chest, pondering on the events of last night. The constant ticking of the wall clock didn’t help to ease the turmoil I felt in my heart. Confusion etched it’s way into my head, how could we go from regular banter to physical abuse? I was aware of Mathew’s anger issues but it never went as far as to lay hands on me. My phone buzzed, eliciting a shocked gasp from my lips. “My goodness!” Thankfully it wasn’t Mathew but Evelyn, I swiped to answer quickly. “Hey Jo, is everything alright?” Her voice sounding concerned. My brows furrowed in confusion., clearing my throat painfully. “Uh...yeah, i-i sent a text calling in sick.” There was a pause at the other end before she spoke up. “Jo, you

Sasha I turned on the shower, stepping under the scalding water as steam filled the bathroom. My muscles ached, from the events that went on tonight. A traitor from my Bratva had the guts to point a gun at me. Big mistake. He was properly dealt with and his head would be sent to his family as a gift. No one crosses me and still gets to keep their head, I make sure of that.... My thoughts drift off to Josephine, she haunts me. Days have gone by since I met her at the diner, yet she still haunted my thoughts. Her tear stained face, flushed nose and cheeks with those pouty lips of hers....everything drove me crazy. I ran a hand through my wet hair, resting my forehead against the cool tiles. Water cascaded over my shoulders, but it did nothing to cool the heat burning beneath my skin. I could see her, shivering from the rain as she looked up at me with confused and wary eyes. The black dress she wore had clung to her curves and in that moment I wanted to touch her, he

Josephine The day ended with my brain in a scrambled mess, after the encounter with Sasha, my thoughts were bombarded with questions about him and I struggled to work efficiently. I let out an exhausted sigh, stepping out of the bathroom all oiled up for bed. My gaze travelled to the window, staring at the dimly lit street below while secretly hoping that Sasha was watching from afar. There was no one in sight and I was shocked to feel devastated by that realization. Shaking my head, I shut the blinds and went on to get ready for bed, slipping on my silk shorts and a matching little top to go with it. “Why do I constantly think of you?....” I murmured out loud. I was ashamed to admit this but after Mathew’s death a few weeks ago, all my thoughts were haunted by Sasha. Instead of mourning my boyfriends death, I was rolling in bed thinking about a mysterious grey eyed man. My eyes instinctively drift to his coat that he had draped over me the night at the diner. The c