Page 54 of Dark Obsession

“Something you want to share with me, princess?”

He knows. I can see it in his eyes. He’s always been super tuned in to everything happening around him.

I swallow hard, the weight of what I’ve just discovered pressing down on me.

“I found something.”

He steps into the room, closing the door behind him, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Go on.”

I motion to the screen, turning the laptop so he can see the report I’ve pulled up.

“Oscar Molina’s alive.”

Grigori’s face remains stone-cold and expressionless, but I see a flicker of shock in his eyes. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He walks over, staring at the screen for a long moment, anger radiating off him in waves.

“He’s the one behind all of this.”

Grigori remains silent, his jaw clenched, working from side to side.

I wait, watching him as the realization sinks in. I know Grigori, and I can see the storm brewing behind his eyes, the rage he’s trying to contain. Oscar Molina isn’t just any enemy—he’s the man who ruined his life, the one responsible for all the bloodshed, all the pain.

He finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous. “How long have you known?”

“I literally just found it,” I say, gesturing toward the laptop. “It’s all there—reports, photos—everything points to Molina being alive and still in charge. Claudio’s just a front, his lackey.”

He steps back, cracks his knuckles, and starts pacing the room like a caged animal. I’ve never seen him like this before, so on edge.

“I killed that bastard’s daughters,” he mutters, almost to himself. “He’s coming for revenge.”

I don’t know what to say, so I let the silence hang between us for a moment. I can feel the weight of it, the gravity of what this means.

“We need to tell the others,” I finally say, standing up. “They need to know what we’re up against.”

Grigori stops pacing and looks at me, his eyes dark and intense. “No.”

I blink. “No?”

He steps closer. “Not yet. Let me handle this, Elena. Molina’s mine.”

I open my mouth to argue, but something in his expression stops me. There’s no reasoning with him right now.

He stares at the screen for another second, his jaw ticking, before turning away from me and walking across the room. “I have to go,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

“Go? Where?” I ask, my voice rising with alarm.

He turns back to me, his eyes hard. “New York. If Molina’s making his way back into the states, it’ll be through his old connections there. I need to find out who’s backing him, where he’s operating from. This has to end.”

My stomach tightens. "You’re leaving? What about me? I’m your charge, remember?"

Grigori lets out a heavy breath, his gaze softening as it lands on me. "This is the only way to keep you safe, Elena. This won’t end until I take Molina out. I can’t let him get any closer."

I shake my head, my chest tightening with frustration. “No. I’m not staying behind while you run off to play the lone wolf again. You’re supposed to protect me.”

“I am protecting you,” Grigori snaps, his voice hardening. “By taking out the man who’s put a target on your back.”

“And what if you get yourself killed?” The words come out sharper than I intend, and I immediately regret them.

“I’ve been in worse situations.”

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