Page 103 of Shadows of Obsession

Maybe if he'd only tried to sabotage my companies and money, I'd have given him a quicker death, but he dared to attack Luna, and the thought that if Maksim hadn't been there…

I refuse to think about what would have happened if they'd managed to kidnap her. I would have found her, I don't doubt that for a second, but not as quickly, and the damage those savages could have inflicted is enough to make my hand drive the knife in right beside his spleen, which I know is already damaged from Niko's blows.

A piercing scream escapes him, and it's like listening to my favorite music. My head empties, and some of the earlier unease disappears, but not completely.

"You know, you're holding up better than your father did," I say, twirling the knife between my fingers.

"Go to hell. You butchered him like an animal," he spits back, and I can feel the fury in his voice.

Good. The angrier he gets, the better chance I have of him letting something slip. Because there's something I don't know. I feel it in my bones. I'm about to toy with him again, but when he sees me approaching, his eyes light up with a dangerous flame.

"Doesn't Luna look good in that pink sweater?" he says through gritted teeth, and his words stop me in my tracks.

This human garbage knows what Luna was wearing today. My Luna.

"What did you do?" I growl in a low tone, staring directly into his eyes. I want him to see how he'll be torn apart if he doesn't immediately tell me what he's planning. Seemingly unimpressed by my demeanor, he continues his monologue, though I can see him struggling to breathe.

"Why now, Ro? Because now you have something to lose. Ever since you had me look up information about her, I knew that in my whole scheme, she was the missing piece. And when her ex seemed interested in keeping tabs on his little girlfriend, I was there to guide him," he says and laughs.

The bastard has the audacity tolaugh, so I lunge at him and plunge the blade into his quadriceps. His muffled scream confirms the pain, and without pulling away, I grab his throat with one hand while slowly twisting the knife with the other.

"Keep talking, Lev, or I swear I'll make your death very, very long," I snarl through my teeth, and I know he understands these aren't empty threats.

"Ro..."

Anton's voice registers as if I’m underwater. I feel like all the blood has rushed to my head and I can barely hear my own voice, but there's something in his tone that makes me turn toward him.

I almost rip off Anton's head for interrupting this moment.

"It's Luna," he says, and at the mention of her name, I frown.

Something's happened. That's the only reason Luna would contact Anton. When I check my phone, I see over ten missedcalls and messages from her. Without looking at Lev, I leave the barn. Her voice reaches me before I'm fully outside—soft, wavering—and something cracks beneath my ribs.

"He took Roxy."

Chapter 33

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Luna

We managed to transfer all the data. Damien arrived at Lev's apartment with a small army, but I don't think Lev expected to be caught so quickly, because we got in without any trouble.

The advantage of the virus they purchased is that it behaves like an antivirus scan. It doesn't trigger any alerts, absolutely nothing. Lev's team won't discover the transfer until it's too late.

Before dropping me off at home, Damien checks the perimeter and signals me to proceed.

"I enjoy working with you, tygrysek," he says playfully, and I can't hide my smile. I have to admit we worked well together.

"You're playing with fire, Damien," I warn him, knowing that if Roman hears him call me that one more time, his head will explode.

"I've been told I'm going to burn in hell anyway. Might as well get used to the temperature," he quips before getting in his car and driving away.

I enter the house and decide to get some work done. I open my laptop, and after starting up my terminals, the sound of a new email catches my attention.

When I see the subject line, I feel the blood drain from my face, and a painful knot forms in my chest. 'For my sweetie'... With trembling hands, I open the message.

I have to stifle a scream when a video appears showing Roxy, unconscious and tied to a chair. Her black hair is pulled back in a messy bun, and the Zadig and Voltaire dress I gave her some time ago is torn on one side.

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