Page 1 of Sweet Obsession
Chapter 1
LUNA
It was Tuesday afternoon, and I was already fighting Bratva thugs at a gas station. Typical.
“You touched the wrong car, asshole!” one of them barked, grabbing my boyfriend by the collar.
“Back off,” I snapped, stepping between them, rage blooming hot in my chest. “It was a scratch, not a hit. And you don’t lay a hand on him.”
He didn’t listen. His fist drew back, but he never got the chance to throw it.
My heel slammed into his knee. He dropped with a grunt.
The second guy reached for his waistband. I went for his throat.
It wasn’t graceful. Wasn’t trained. But I’d spent my whole life learning how to survive men like them.
Hurting Bratva men in broad daylight wasn’t just reckless, it was suicidal. But I couldn’t stop myself. Not when they laid a hand on Yuri.
By the time they hit the pavement, bruised and stunned, a sleek black SUV rolled up across the street. I didn’t notice it at first, not until I felt a stare that froze my blood.
A man leaned against the hood. Shadowed. Watching.
He wasn’t dressed like the thugs I just dropped. He wore a tailored black suit. No tie. Hands in his pockets.
Relaxed. Patient.
Like he had all the time in the world to decide whether I was worth noticing... or killing.
A cold sinking started in my gut.
I couldn’t see his eyes from here, but I felt them. Face carved from violence. He looked like death in a tailored suit.
Sharp. Calculating. Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close.
“Who the hell is that?” I whispered.
Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think... that’s Misha Petrov.”
No. Fucking. Way.
I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke.
The man who was supposed to marry my sister.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t call his soldiers back.
Didn’t lift a hand.
He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.
Seconds stretched.
I forced myself not to flinch. Not to look away.
Whatever he saw, or didn’t see, he made his decision.
