All Chapters of The Mafia Boss's Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Luna's POV The fire crackled.Misha’s jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap.And me? I couldn’t look at either of them. Because my mind was already racing, at the heat that would pour between us in a shared room. At the nearness. At what might happen when the walls came down… and there was no one left to blame for what we wanted.Not even ourselves.And just like that, it was decided.Vladimir’s word landed like a verdict. No one argued. Not even Misha.He just sighed and looked away, jaw tight.It wasn’t resignation, it was control. The kind that barely held. Like he could shatter the room in half if he let himself feel for even a second.Why didn’t he fight it? Why didn’t he say no? I wasn’t given time to wonder.Dinner ended.Vladimir waved a hand like a Roman emperor, and Misha was already guiding me down the hallway. Silent. Stern. Unreadable.Five days.Five nights.One room.God help me.The door creaked open. He let me walk in first. Like a gentleman. Like a predator

Misha's POVYakutsk, Two Days Later. I slipped into her wing like I did every night. Quiet and uninvited, but unable to stay away. Just to make sure she was safe.I’d seen the way she thrashed in her sleep, how her nightmares gripped her. And every time, I wished I could take it all away, whatever ghosts her past had left behind.The room smelled like her, warm, earthy, addictive. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t ask her to move in. I’d chain myself to this room, to her scent, her silence.I stood there for what felt like forever, watching her breathe, watching her rest. Then my gaze drifted to the far side of the room, where her handmade jewelry lay scattered, tangible pieces of her soul.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to see that familiar flicker of confusion, wariness, and rage solidifying into something colder. I didn’t want to see her pain.Because her pain did something to me. It twisted me up, made me reckless and weak.I moved to the window, dragging a hand thro

Misha's POV “Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered. “Even the devil doesn’t deserve this kind of hatred.”Her voice cracked. A real crack. Not bravado. Not performance.Something raw and broken lived in that sound.I stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat bleeding from her skin, close enough to see the slight tremble in her lashes.“You think I hate you because I avoid you?” I asked, voice rough.She met my gaze like she wanted to burn in it. “Educate me, then. How else do you prove to someone their existence is a burden to you?”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink.“But you were raised by a cartel,” I said coldly. “You knew this life. You knew you’d be traded like gold. You knew love had no place here.”“Right.”The word sliced quieter than a scream. I let out a short, bitter laugh. No humor. No mercy.I moved around her slowly, deliberately, stalking.She turned as I circled, refusing to give me her back. Stubborn to the last breath. The sweater slipped off one sho

Luna's POV He kissed me again, like he hated me.Rough. Starving. Possessive.His mouth crushed mine with bruising pressure, his fingers tangled in my hair like he couldn’t decide whether to hold me close or push me away. My back hit the wall of the hallway, a thud that made my breath stutter. Somewhere upstairs, the fire still cracked. But down here, it was all heat and sharp edges.“Misha…” I gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t let me finish. His lips moved to my throat, biting the skin just hard enough to remind me that this wasn’t tenderness.This was punishment.For lying.For wanting him.For both.“You’re hiding something,” he growled against my skin. “You flinch when I say his name. Stepan.”I froze. Not from fear. But because the name felt like a blade pressed to my chest. He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. His were glacial, burning with questions he hadn’t asked before now.“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice low and lethal. “What did he do to you?”I

Luna's POV The cold punched me in the chest the second I shoved open the rusted back door and stepped into the screaming dark.Wind like knives. Snow like broken glass. But I ran.Toward the woods. Toward freedom. Toward a future I wasn’t even sure I deserved. I didn’t look back. The Lada was there. Just like they promised. Black. Nondescript. Engine humming low beneath layers of frost.And the man waiting inside wasn’t old. Wasn’t unfamiliar.He stepped out of the car and leaned against the door with a lazy sort of arrogance that didn’t match the tension in his jaw.Lev Odessa.Chernov’s younger brother.And even in the moonlight, I could see the risk painted all over him.“You made it,” he said, opening the passenger side for me. “I was beginning to think you changed your mind.”I didn’t speak. Just slid inside, shaking from cold and nerves.He got behind the wheel, slammed the door shut, and yanked the car into motion.Tires slipped on snow, catching again as we hit the road.“You