Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 108

Her Obsession

Intercepted.

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The moment Nico was bagged and dragged, chaos erupted.

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“Withdraw! Now!” I keep yelling, but not everyone moves fast enough. The rookies freeze, eyes wide The SUVs stam doors, men split cut with rifles raised, and the drone hums overhead. Naomi doesn’t hesitate. She steps forward, gun barking, dropping one of the bestands as he tries to flank us. “Move your arses!” she shouts, firing again, empty casing flying. “Get in the bloody vans, gnt

Sage is right beside her, blade already in hand. A man charges; she sidesteps and drives steel into his gut, ripping it free and spinning to fire her pistol at another. Both drop. She doesn’t pause, doesn’t even look back. “Out! Get out now!” she screams at the men frozen behind her.

“Conner!” Liam grabs my arm, dragging me toward the vehicles. “We can’t win this here. Get them out!”

But I can’t stop watching her. My girl fights like hell’s fury. Another man tries to cut across the ditch, Sage lunges, knife flashing sernes his throat before he even fires. Blood sprays, she doesn’t blink. She pushes a rookie toward the hedgerow, snarling at him to run.

Naomi covers her flank, a wild grin on her face, even as she fires burst after burst. “Told you idiots, don’t just stand there, MOVE!” She boots another rookie in the arse so hard he stumbles into the ditch. Men pile into vans, engines roar. Bullets slam into metal, sparks flying, but Naomi and Sage hold the line like demons, cutting down anyone who tries to close the gap. One of the SUVs fishtails into the lane, blocking the road.

“Go!” Sage shouts again, voice raw. She empties her clip into the windshield, the driver slumping as the car jerks sideways. “I’ll cover!”

My gut twists. I want to drag her back, throw her into the van, but she and Naomi are the only reasons the rest of us are still alive. They fight like rabid dogs, carving space for us to get clear.

“Conner!” Liam yells in my ear, shoving me hard. “She’s got it! Get in the fucking car!”

I climb in, still turned toward her. Naomi fires one last burst, Sage cuts down another man trying to climb the van door, and then they both leap back, sprinting. The van door slams shut behind them, and we tear off down the lane. My stomach is hollow, rage pounding in my skull, but we’re moving. Nico’s gone. Sage and Naomi saved every last one of us. And I swear, Yakov’s going to pay for it in blood.

Sage’s voice cuts through the comms a second later and I breathe out a sigh of relief knowing she’s okay. “Split up,” she snaps. Two vans north, two east. No one travels the same road. Silent radios, burner only. Check in at ten.”

We spill into the new safehouse in a ragged line, mud and blood and breath ripping from our lungs. Sage comes in not long after and is already in command before she hits the floor. Ari, Naomi, and Sage move like a single machine, fast and efficient. Ari runs the perimeter, checking windows and footprints and the one camera a neighbour keeps pointing toward the lane. Naomi tears apart the van doors and tosses magazines and extra belts across the table, loud and furious. Sage is on the ridge report in seconds, feeding us the facts in short, sharp sentences: where they cut off, which vehicles, which direction the SUVS headed.

Winnie works quieter than any of them, sleeves rolled up, hands steady. She’s on the floor with two rookies, tying bandages, rinsing a wound, whispering jokes to keep them with us. Her movements are calm and confident, and people lean into her as if she were an anchor.

And me? I don’t move well. I pace, bark half–orders, then sit and watch when I should be doing something. I watched Nico get dragged down that slope. I watched him vanish into a van like a piece of freight. I watched the man who made me laugh, who made all of us laugh, get hauled away by the same monsters who trained those girls. That image sits in my chest and refuses to be dislodged.

Liam slaps my shoulder and says, “We’ve got to make a plan, Con. Now.” His voice snaps me out of the loop. I breathe and steady myself against the kitchen counter.

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“Okay,” I say, voice raw but steadying, because saying the word makes it real. “We don’t go hunting blind. We bait. Ari, work routes, and tell me who moves. Naomi, you’ll prep two strike teams on alternate routes. Llam, you and I take the northern feed and watch for vehicle movement. Winnie, keep those kits ready. Sage, you and 1-” I cut myself off, I realise Sage isn’t listening. Her fingers are moving on a laptop I didn’t know she had pulled out, fast and sure. She’s not watching me, she’s watching something else.

“Sage,” I say, and she holds up one finger without looking up. “Wait.”

I step around her to see what she’s doing. On the screen, a dozen camera feeds blink and roll: the relay compound, the main road, town side streets. There is a van moving where I’d expected none. A license plate, grainy but trackable. A route. A handful of feeds show the exact vehicle cutting through the city, slow, careful, like it’s trying not to be noticed. The blood drains from my face a bit when I recognise the make. She doesn’t look relieved. She looks focused. After a long minute, she speaks, voice flat and hard. “Ari, watch these roads for me. Any movement, you let me know, ASAP. Naomi, with me. Winnie, you too. I might need you to keep my friend alive.”

Her friend, the words hit me like a tricky thing. I stupidly think about that for too long. She’s already snapping a holster on, sliding a mag home as if she’s been waiting for the moment her whole life.

“Hold up, ghost.” I grab her arm before she can reach the door. The house is a furnace of motion and fear. “We need to plan. We need to do this as a team.”

Sage turns to me, and for a second, she’s soft. Her hand lifts, gentle, impossible, and rests on my cheek. There’s a half smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “No, darling. I need to go and get Nico back before he’s dead. Hold down the fort for me here. I love you.”

Her words cut straight through the knot in my chest. Everything I want to bark back, no, you can’t go alone; we move together; I won’t let you, dies in my throat because the look on her face says she’s already gone. She’s made the choice, and there is not a single person in this world who would be able to hold her back.

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