All Chapters of VOLKOV’S OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

As I dialed 9-1-1, his warm hands suddenly reached for mine. "Don't… don't call…” he struggled to speak. “But you are hurt,” I said shakenly. “Ambulance is trouble. " His chest heaved. “I remember you have a box for wounds,” he managed to say with his broken English.This was the worst possible time to not be fluent in English. What did he mean by box of treatment?“I…I don't get it.”His teeth pressed together, Argh…the thing…for treating wounds…the box…”“Do you mean a first aid box?” “Yes, that," he confirmed. "I can do it myself; get me to it.”I grabbed his arm and helped him stand; putting his arms around my shoulders, I led him back to the liquor shop. When we got in, I placed him on the ground, his back against the wall, and I quickly rushed to grab the box and put it in front of him. His breath was ragged, his face contorted in pain. He slid off his jacket and reached for his button-up shirt. I knelt beside him, watching as he undid the buttons. His chest was hard, my e

Ivan’s POVThe pain in my stomach felt like I was being stabbed continuously; even though I was now accustomed to it, it still caused discomfort. My eyes slowly opened; I was lying in Jennifer's bed, and she sat beside me, her head packed against the bed. I assumed she was asleep. I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling. Nights ago I had gotten shot by an enemy near a dumpster. I had wondered how they knew where I was, but thankfully, this American girl saved me.I went back home, plotting my revenge before I returned home to Russia, but I didn't know that Viktor, one of my most trusted men, was working with the enemy. He had eyed my position as Mafia leader for years and thought killing me would help him get it, but I am not so easy to kill. I broke my phone and put it in a dumpster so that I couldn't be traced. I knew I couldn't go to a hospital. I was a wanted man by the American police. I needed help, but I couldn't trust any of my men, because they could be working with Vikto