Page 55 of Obsessed Bratva King

One by one, I move through the warehouse, my path marked by silent kills, quick, efficient strikes. A man near the loading bay—a bullet to the head, a quiet death. Another by the stairwell—a blade between the ribs, the body lowered gently to the ground.

Every kill is another step closer.

By the time I reach the warehouse’s heart, I don’t know how many bodies I’ve left behind. It doesn’t matter. The guns I’ve taken have been reloaded, the knives cleaned on the fabric of the dead. I am ready.

Cora.

I can feel it, the pull in my chest, the undeniable weight of her presence somewhere in this building. She’s close.

How is that possible? I’m being paranoid. She’s at the penthouse, perfectly safe. I should find Darren, kill him, then get the fuck out of here before my luck runs out.

I press myself into the shadows, stilling my breath as a large group of men moves past, searching. Their footsteps echo against the cold concrete, their movements sharp with tension.

Searching for me.

Idiots.

I watch them pass, counting heads, tracking their weapons, gauging the time I have before they double back. Too many to take head-on, not without risking an alarm. I need another way through.

My gaze sweeps the corridor, locking onto a door slightly ajar just a few feet ahead. A side room. A temporary hiding spot. I slip inside without a sound, pressing the door shut behind me, turning straight into a nightmare.

I freeze.

A table. A figure.

A woman.

My breath catches, chest tightening like a vice.

Then—

"Ivan."

The voice is weak, breathless.

Cora.

For a split second, I can’t move. My body locks up, my mind struggling to reconcile the sight before me.

She’s tied down.

Her arms strapped to the table, her wrists red and raw from struggling. Her shirt is torn, her skin littered with bruises, deep and ugly against her too-pale complexion.

She’s hurt. Again.

Rage ignites inside me, sudden and violent, consuming every rational thought.

They touched her.

They hurt her.

I will kill them all.

But then—she looks at me.

And what I see in her eyes stops my heart.

Fear.

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