All Chapters of BRATVA'S OBSESSION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Josephine “I’ll drop you off at your place tonight, Kratoska.” Sasha murmurs. My brows furrow into a frown, watching as he opens the passenger’s door for me to slip through. Deep down, I had hoped we’d spent more time together at his place. I tried not to look so disappointed as he rounds the car, slipping through the driver’s seat. “I thought we’d spend more time together?” His eyes snaps to mine and my cheeks warm slightly. “Something urgent came up,” he says, his voice gentler now, with a sharp edge of command. “I wouldn’t leave you if I had a choice.” I nod, biting the inside of my cheek, refusing to let the disappointment show. The ride is quiet, the air thick but comfortable. His hand remains clenched on the wheel, his jaw tight. I steal glances at him and remembered our little session in the bathroom. I squeezed my thighs, swallowing thickly. The car rolls into a slow stop as he parks right across the street from my apartment. He steps out first

Sasha It’s been way too long. A full day since my night with Josephine at that fundraiser dinner and way too long I’ve been away from her. I had arranged for Oma to swoop in for a surveillance check, and the only way she could do that was if I could get Josephine out of the apartment. What other means except for the stupid fundraiser that I could care less off... My skin itched to be near her, or even watch her through the surveillance around her apartment, but I’ve been bombarded with work on the shipments going into Mexico. I lit a cigarette the moment I stepped out of the building, letting the cold night air slap the sweat off my skin. Oma’s text had snapped me back into reality from my cherished moment with Josephine. She wouldn’t have contacted me unless it was serious. By the time I made it to the private warehouse, she was already there, leaning against the hood of her matte black Jeep, legs crossed, her hair now in two buns and the piercings on her face g

Josephine We’d been flying for hours, more than I could mentally keep up with but I didn’t give much thought to it. Oma was the only other person on board. She hadn’t spoken much since takeoff. Just offered me a bottle of water and a wrapped sandwich I couldn’t bring myself to touch. Now, she sat across from me with one feet propped on her knee, scrolling through her phone in silence. It was strange. The person I thought as a new friend. Just a random girl that I happened to meet at the hospital who could give me great advice... Honestly, I didn’t feel much of anything. Maybe I’d run out of surprise. Or maybe it just made sense now at how she always seemed to know when to show up at random places. My thoughts travel to Sasha. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink, worrying for his safety while also scared for what the future holds between the both of us. I’m here on a luxurious private jet heading to Russia while Sasha is dealing with my dangerous mess of a

Josephine The air felt thick with tension. Irina’s intense grey eyes stared me down like I was an art spectacle that she needed to figure out. Cold sweat ran down my temple from the nerves, and the silence was killing me! I cleared my throat, awkwardly breaking the silence. “Mrs Romanov, it’s a pleasure to meet you-” “Dont call me ‘Mrs Romanov’, I’ve been widowed for eleven years now.” She cuts in bluntly. My heart stuttered, terrified to piss her off. “O-oh, I’m so sorry...” She huffs out a breath, raising her chin slightly to scan my awkward form. “Sergei tells me that you were involved with the French?” I sit up straighter, eyes widening in shock. “No!” I blurted. “I mean, yes, but not in the way you think. I was a personal nurse for Adrian Chevalier.” Her eyes narrows, she cocks her head ever so slightly. “So you’re a nurse...” “Yes....I only worked for Mr Chevalier since the beginning of the year, I had no idea of the whole French mafia situation.” I ram

Josephine “Shopping?” I mirrored back. Sasha hummed, wrapping a fluffy beige scarf that had his cologne around my neck. His brows scrunched in concentration, attempting to wrap the scarf stylishly but it was futile. A fluttering feeling bubbled in my belly from how cure he looked in my pint of view. Ever since we spent more time together, he seems to show a more soft and caring side of him. I giggle softly, gently pulling his large hands away. “Here, I know how to wrap it.” Sasha sighed, running his hand through his hair while watching me expertly wrap the scarf into a stylish bow. “You could have just instructed me, I would’ve done it exactly like this...” I snorted, adjusting the tight leggings I had on, courtesy of Oma’s wardrobe. “I liked to see you struggle a bit...it was cute.” His ears turned red but he said nothing, only tugging the scarf a little tighter around my neck in mock retaliation. I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. “I didn’t t