All Chapters of BRATVA'S OBSESSION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Josephine “Апорт!” (“fetch!”) The slobber-soaked chew toy squelched in my hand before I tossed it across the wide expanse of the indoor gym. Mila launched after it with powerful strides, her nails clicking faintly against the polished floor. The toy bounced once, twice, before she snatched it up and turned back, her thick tail wagging so hard in excitement to play more. I laughed under my breath as she dropped it at my feet, chest heaving with excitement, big brown eyes locked on me with eager expectation. “You’re relentless, you know that?” I teased, nudging the toy with my sneaker. Pavel had taught me a few Russian dog commands to use on Mila, and it seemed to have been working for the past hour that I lounged at the gym. Evelyn and Oma had gone out shopping while I decided to stay home because my mood over the past few days has been sour. Although I would have liked to go, I didn’t want to spoil the mood for them. Sasha had spoken to me this morning wh

Sasha “So you’re still not going to tell her the real truth?” Sergei asks with a curious brow raised in question as we drive past the view of the sea.The black Bentley hummed steadily, rain showers from the crashing waves blurred the tinted windows. The port came to view as we drove closer, down the shoreline towards the warehouse.I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. “It was the truth.” I said. “Just not all of it…”Sergei arched a brow, side-eyeing me. “You mean you told her just enough to ease her suspicions but not the real truth behind her travel.”My jaws clenched, taking a sharp bend into the gates before parking the car. “You can’t possibly expect me to me to tell her about yet another threat that seems to be out on her.”His face scrunched in confusion, raising a brow for more explanation. “Another threat?”“Oma noticed a spyware chip in her phone, the one that records and d******d all information from your phone to theirs.” I sat

Josephine I couldn’t stomach the drink that night, not after the altercation with Dr Oliver and what he said about my blinds…Ev had pushed to know why my mood suddenly turned scared but I didn’t want to drag her further into my mess…Lucky for me, she had asked to drive the Maybach back home which I was grateful for because I was sure as hell not in the right state to drive back.Questions ran through my mind, questions I needed answers to.How did he know I was back in the states? how did he know where my new place was? Why is he suddenly targeting me like I was the cause of his downfall..? what exactly did he want from me?I could hear my own heart loudly, beating faster than the passing cars outside. Every flash of neon blurred against the windshield, but Dr Oliver’s cryptic words replayed in my head like a broken record.He should be thankful not to have ended up on the chopping block when they let him go. Dealing with such a risky business puts one’s life in danger but they let h

Sasha My knuckles still tingled from the impact of punching the wall back at the warehouse. To say I was pissed would be an understatement. I was livid, furious at myself for letting this go on for so long. Katya Morozova. I should’ve buried that problem years ago. Her name alone was enough to sour the air around me. But hearing it come out of Josephine’s trembling lips, set something loose inside me. Nothing was going to stop me from ending that psychotic bitch. Oma noticed my storming presence and she followed immediately with a serious expression. “Pakhan?” she called out. I barged into my office, the door banging hard on the wall. I hit the remote, switching on the projector showed Katya’s whereabouts through the tracker I’d put on her years ago blinked steady in the feed. A small red dot pulsed over her familiar house address of the Morozova family. My hands tightened until my knuckles went white. If the tracker was showing in Russia but she was currently

Josephine The familiar ceiling of my room was the first thing I noticed when I blinked awake, my vision hazy and head pounding like I’d been hit by a brick. My throat felt raw, and gosh, my eyes burned, dry and heavy, like I’d cried for hours.For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring up, trying to make sense of the muffled hum of voices beyond the door. My heart fluttered weakly in my chest, trying process what the hell was going on?...Was it real?The memory hit me like a ton of bricks. Pavel’s grim face informing of an accident that Sasha had sustained. The way the ground had seemed to drop out from beneath me.I sucked in a shaky breath, sitting up too quickly.The room tilted, and I grabbed at the nightstand for balance, my fingers brushing over the half-empty glass of water and Mila’s collar tag.The door creaked open. “Jo?”Evelyn’s voice was soft and careful as she stepped in with furrowed brows of worry and a glass of water in hand. “You’re awake…”I swallowed hard, rubbi