Page 128 of Sweet Obsession
I didn’t stop him.
His hand curled around my jaw. He deepened it. And I let him.
Knock knock knock.
The sound shattered everything.
We broke apart like we’d been slapped.
I spun away so fast I nearly slipped again. My breath came in stabs. His was ragged.
“Da?” Misha barked toward the door, voice hoarse.
“One of the guards,” came the reply. “Delivery. Marked with the Vargas crest.”
My stomach dropped.
Vargas.
Yuri’s family.
Misha moved to the door. Took the envelope. Shut it without a word.
Black wax. A serpent seal. Colombian blood and venom pressed into one vicious symbol.
He didn’t open it right away.
Just stared, jaw tight, like he already knew what it would say.
“What is it?” I asked.
He cracked the seal. Read.
Said nothing. Just folded the letter slowly, too calmly. Like rage had turned to something colder.
He handed it to me.
I unfolded the page, hands trembling before I even read the first line:
Come to Colombia. No guards. No surveillance. Forty-eight hours, or Gabriella dies.”
The weight of it hit like a slap.
I looked up at Misha, the paper trembling in my hands. “What the hell do we do?”
Before he could answer—
Knock knock.
Again.
He didn’t bother with pleasantries this time. Just yanked the door open and snatched a second letter from the guard’s hand.
This one was sealed in red wax.
Marked with the sigil of House Odessa. Chernov’s calling card, arrogant and deliberate.
He read it in silence. His face didn’t twitch. Not once.
