Page 36 of Savage Obsession

The tension in the hallway is thick as we walk toward my father’s office. My mind churns, still caught in the storm of Yelena’s presence, the way she looked at me, the way she felt under my hands. I need to finish what we started, and now my father is dragging me into some other crisis.

Leon, still enjoying himself far too much, whistles under his breath. "You’re quiet."

"I have nothing to say."

He side-eyes me. "That’s new."

I glare at him. "I swear to God—"

"Yeah, yeah, you’ll kill me. Get in line."

18

Aithan

The tension in my father’s office is suffocating. He sits behind his massive desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he delivers the worst news I have heard in ten years.

"Someone within our ranks tipped off multiple European customs offices about our shipment. Not only did they tip off our target countries, but countries such as Spain, Italy, and France are also aware." He pauses, letting the weight of the information sink in. "We got lucky this time. The Bratva got wind of the leak before the shipment could enter European waters. Viktor is pulling some strings to reroute it to the States."

"Lucky?" My voice had come out as a growl. "We don’t do luck, Father. We don’t survive on it. We built this empire with precision, power, and loyalty. Not some bloody luck."

My father’s eyes burn into mine. "Then explain to me how a fucking traitor slipped through our ranks."

The room goes silent. Leon, who is sitting to my right, clenches his jaw tight, his posture rigid.

"We don’t know if the mole is Greek or Russian yet," Leon offers after a long pause. “The leak could have come from the Bratva, too.”

Sabastian nodded, considering. "Possible. But I won’t take chances. Aithan, this is our problem now. I want the both of you to fish out whoever it is."

I meet my father’s gaze, my muscles coiled tight. "And would you like the honor of pulling the final trigger?"

“I’ll leave them to you both.” My father surprises me. "Find them. Rip them out by the fucking roots. And when you do..." His lips curled into something menacing. "Make sure they never betray us again. Make an example out of them."

The door slams shut behind me, the force of it rattling the glass panes. My hands curl into fists as I pace the length of my office, fury burning through my veins like wildfire. There may be a mole in our organization. A rat, burrowing deep, feeding information to the wrong people. And that rat just put our entire ammunition shipment in jeopardy.

A sharp knock on the door interrupts my thoughts, and Leon steps in, his expression grim.

"We have our work cut out for us,” he says dryly, shutting the door behind him.

"How the fuck did this happen?"

He exhales and drops into the chair opposite my desk. "We need to find whoever it is ASAP. And when we do, they will be digging their own grave with a spoon.”

I drag a hand through my hair, now pacing. "This is our operation. Our people. Someone tipped off customs, and if it weren’t for the Bratva’s inside men, we would not only have lost hundreds of millions, but some of our men and theirs wouldhave landed in prison with very long and hard sentencing. Do you understand what this means?"

Leon leans back, nodding. "It means we’ve got a snake slithering around, feeding intel to an enemy we don’t even see yet."

I stop pacing, my fists clenching. "No. It means we have to find out who it is before they sink their teeth into us again."

Now, sitting at my desk, my fingers drum against the surface. My pulse is a steady, controlled rage.

"We need to look into everyone," I say to Leon, my voice measured but lethal. "No one is above suspicion."

Leon watches me carefully. "Even the Russians?"

I nod. "Especially the Russians. I don’t trust anyone outside of you and Viktor right now."

He sighs. "This is going to get bloody."

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