All Chapters of BRATVA'S OBSESSION : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SashaThe world went white.A searing, blinding flash of heat scorched the side of my head, followed by a sound so loud, I was thrown backward. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the high-pitched, steady whine of a flatlining pulse in my ears.Am I dead?I felt the wetness first. It was a hot, rhythmic gush that painted the side of my face and neck. I reached up, my fingers trembling, and felt the jagged, raw furrow where the bullet had plowed through the skin and muscle of my temple.A fraction of an inch to the left, and my brains would be decorating the mahogany floorboards.Through the ringing, a sound pierced the veil. A muffled, strangled scream.Kratoska.The sound of her terror acted like a jumper cable to my heart. I rolled onto my stomach, red blurring my vision. Blood was pouring into my eye, blurring the world into a fractured, scarlet nightmare, but through the haze, I found Sergei.He was crouched behind the kitchen island, his eyes wide, locked on the blood masking m

JosephineThe cathedral felt nothing like ‘safe’.Its tall, arched ceilings stretched into darkness with broken stained glass casting broken shadows along the cracked stone floors. What used to be sacred now felt hollow and deserted.And yet… it was the safest place according to Sasha…At least, that’s what they told me.A dozen armed men guarded the perimeter outside with their silhouettes moving behind the broken windows.Evelyn was safe, she had balled her eyes out and apologized the moment she laid eyes on me. I was relieved she was okay, and also, Mila was here too, prowling around restlessly.And Sasha…I swallowed hard.Hours had passed since they took me from the chaos of that penthouse. Since I last saw him covered in blood, barely able to stand.My chest tightened.I threw the ball again. Mila barked happily, sprinting across the wide, empty hall, her paws echoing against the stone as she chased after it like nothing in the world was wrong.I forced a weak smile. “Good girl…

JosephineI blinked awake slowly, for a moment, everything felt… warm, soft and comfortable. Then it hit me that I wasn’t on the chair.My eyes snapped open fully as I took in my surroundings, the white sheets, the quiet hum of machines, the familiar sterile scent of the hospital, and the fact that I was very much in Sasha’s bed.Tucked in with a duvet pulled over me like I was the patient. My heart lurched and I sat up immediately, panic rushing through me.Why am I in his bed?Where is he?I was holding his hand- The memory hit all at once. I must have dozed off because I remembered sitting beside him, fingers wrapped around his, telling myself I’d just rest my eyes for a second.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold hospital floor. Just as I pushed myself up, the bathroom door clicked open and I froze as Sasha stepped out.And for a second, my brain struggled to catch up. Because the man walking toward me now… didn’t look like the same man from two

SashaI opened my eyes to darkness softened by the dim glow of the bedside lamp. For a second, I stayed still listening to the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the distant footsteps of guards somewhere downstairs.And the soft, steady sound of Josephine breathing beside me.I turned my head carefully, holding back a groan as the dull throbbing in my temple reminded me I still wasn’t fully healed.Kratoska slept curled against my side, one arm draped loosely over my waist beneath the blankets. Her blonde hair was spread across the pillow like silk, messy from sleep and falling over part of her face.A faint snore escaped her.It almost made me smile.She looked peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who had been ripped into the middle of my world and nearly destroyed by it.My gaze lingered on her face longer than it should have. The faint crease between her brows even in sleep, the dried tear tracks I could still barely make out against her cheeks.And suddenly, all I could think abou

JosephineI stirred with a soft whine, every muscle in my body pleasantly sore.For a second, I stayed buried beneath the warmth of the blankets, still half asleep and tangled in the lingering haze of last night.My lips twitched faintly as I stretched an arm across the bed instinctively searching for Sasha. But instead of warm skin and hard muscle…my palm met cold sheets.My brows furrowed instantly and I slowly blinked awake as I noticed that the space beside me was empty.Completely empty.Sleep vanished from my body immediately.I pushed myself upright fast, eyes darting around the dimly lit room. The bedside lamp still cast a faint amber glow across the walls, but there was no sign of him.No sound from the bathroom and no movement from the balcony.“Sasha?” I called out groggily, but there was no reply.A strange unease crept into my chest.I slid out of bed quickly, tightening the silk robe around my body as I moved toward the bedroom door. The second I stepped into the hallway