All Chapters of Scent of Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Chapter 124: Building the PlanSorokin's intelligence arrived within the hour, delivered by an aide who set a tablet down on the table without a word and left as quietly as he'd come.Damien scrolled through it while Victor read over his shoulder, and something in his chest tightened at how thorough it was — layouts, guard rotations, a count of men that made the villa fight look like a warning shot."He's had eyes on this place for a while," Victor said quietly."Longer than us." Damien tapped the screen, a marked structure at the compound's center. "This matches your supply route. Same coordinates."Hale's face appeared on the laptop a moment later, patched in from New York, and even through the grainy connection Damien could see him leaning forward, absorbing the same file. "That's real intelligence. Better than anything I could have pulled remotely. I don't love where it came from, but I'm not going to pretend it isn't useful.""None of us love where it came from," Liora said, arms

Chapter 126: The ApproachThey staged two miles out, in the gray hour before dawn when the light hadn't decided yet what kind of day it wanted to be not quite night, not quite morning, the sky the color of old bruises fading at the edges.Damien checked his weapon for the third time, not because it needed checking, but because his hands needed something to do besides shake. He'd never fired one outside a range before this week. He was aware, distantly, of how absurd that should have felt a man who ran four companies, who'd sat across boardroom tables from people twice his age and never once let his voice waver, now standing in a French field at dawn checking the safety on a gun he'd only learned to load three days ago. It didn't feel absurd. It felt like the only thing that had ever made complete sense.Around him, Sorokin's men moved with the quiet, unhurried efficiency of people who did this for a living checking straps, murmuring to each other in low Russian Damien didn't understan

"Victor." Her voice broke on his name, cracked clean down the middle.He crossed the room without deciding to, and then she was in his arms, solid and shaking and alive, his hand fisted in the back of her shirt hard enough to hurt and neither of them caring, her face pressed into his shoulder like she was checking he was real by feel alone."You're here," she said, muffled, disbelieving. "You're actually here.""I'm here." His voice had gone to pieces, and he didn't try to fix it. There wasn't time to fix it, and there wasn't a version of himself he wanted to perform right now anyway. He pulled back just far enough to look at her properly older around the eyes, harder in a way seven years had carved into her, unmistakably, impossibly hers and felt something in his chest that had been clenched shut for years finally give way all at once."I have so much to say to you," he said, rough, pressing his forehead briefly to hers. "I don't have the time to say any of it right now, and I hate t