Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 126

It’s Not Even A Question.

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I shove all the information I have onto a laptop nearby and then run upstairs. The door slams open so hard it hits the wall with a crack. Conner jolts upright, the sheet flying off as he’s already halfway to his feet, muscles tense, eyes scanning the room for a threat. He looks wild for a second, bare chest, boxers, breathing like he’s ready to put someone through a wall. Then his gaze finds me standing in the doorway, laptop clutched to my chest, shaking, not from fear, but fury.

His whole body exhales at once. “Sweetheart?” His voice softens, still rough from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

I can’t speak at first. I just march over, set the laptop down on the bed, and open it, hands trembling as I pull up the files. “I couldn’t sleep,” I start, voice sharp and uneven. “I told myself I wouldn’t look, but I did. And thank god I did.”

He steps closer, brow furrowing. “Sage…”

“Just look.” I turn the screen toward him and start talking fast, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “They gave me up, Conner. Willingly. Not stolen, sold. For money. For convenience. But that’s not the worst part.” My finger slams down on the touchpad, scrolling through the police records, the charges, the mugshots. “They’ve got a kid. A little boy. Diego. Four years old. And he’s got bruises, Conner.” My voice cracks. “I saw it. On his wrist. I found police reports, assault charges, drugs, neglect, everything they hid under this fake–perfect–family image they’ve been playing at.”

Conner’s face hardens as he reads, every muscle in his jaw ticking. His shoulders square, the easy warmth gone, replaced by something

sharp and dangerous.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, scrolling through the files again just to be sure. He drags a hand through his hair, eyes darkening with every line. “These people…”

“They’re monsters,” I bite out, voice shaking now from rage instead of grief. “They gave me up to people who turned me into a weapon, and then they went and did it again, in their own way. That kid doesn’t have a chance in hell if someone doesn’t get him out.”

He looks up at me then, really looks, and I can see the decision click behind his eyes before he even opens his mouth.

“I’ll get the guys together,” he says quietly, already moving to grab his jeans from the chair. “Looks like we’re going on a trip.”

“Conner…”

He stops long enough to cup the back of my neck, pulling me close until our foreheads touch. His voice drops to that low, steady tone that always steadies me, even when everything else is burning. “You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Now we handle it.”

He presses a kiss to my temple, pulls away, and starts out into the hallway, barking orders before he’s even got a shirt on. “Liam, Matteo, gear up! Naomi, wake up! Nico, I need a trace run and plane routes, now!”

And just like that, the house comes alive. I stand there for a second, laptop still glowing on the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. This isn’t about revenge. It’s about saving a life. Conner’s already halfway down the hall when he looks back at me, eyes burning with purpose. “We’re not losing another kid, Sage. Not one.”

My heart swells so hard it hurts. Standing there in the doorway, watching Conner storm into action, half–dressed and already turning chaos into purpose, I realise I really did find the most perfect man in this world. Not perfect because he’s calm, or gentle, or patient, he’s none of those things when it comes to the people he loves. He’s perfect because he moves. Because when I break, he builds. When I shake, he steadies. When I say we need to save him, he doesn’t ask why, he just gets ready. This is about a boy who deserves better than I ever got, and the look in Conner’s eyes tells me, he’s going to give it to him. I press a hand to my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart, and whisper more to myself than to anyone else, “We’re going to save him. My little brother.” The words sound strange but right, like they’ve been waiting years to be said.

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It’s Not Even A Question.

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I picture Diego, small, wide–eyed, scared and then I picture him here and at the farm. Running barefoot through the grass with the other kids. Eating too much food at Ma’s table. Laughing so hard his sides hurt. He’ll never have to wonder if he’s loved. He’ll know. He’ll have us. Conner will teach him how to throw a ball, how to ride a horse, how to make bad jokes, and how to mean them with kindness. And me, I’ll teach him what it means to fight for himself, but also when to rest, when to let someone else hold the line. He’ll grow up with noise and warmth and freedom. He’ll never flinch at a raised voice again. I glance back at Conner, his broad back framed in the doorway, barking orders like the born leader he is, and I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. Together, we’re going to save my little brother. And we’ll make sure he grows up knowing exactly what love feels like, messy, loud, imperfect, real. He’ll come home, with us.

The house is buzzing before the sun’s even fully up. Bags hit the floor, weapons are checked, boots thud against the old boards. I move on autopilot, packing light, fast. Clothes, ammo, comms, a spare drive. Conner’s already double–checking the routes Liam mapped out while Matteo loads the truck out front. Naomi’s at the counter, shovelling toast into her mouth between orders, still managing to crack jokes that make the tension easier to bear. Nico was hunched over his laptop at the table, with dark circles under his eyes, but his grin still cocky. “I’ll keep you in the loop,” he says, fingers never stopping. “Ari and I will run surveillance from here. You just bring the kid home.”

I squeeze his shoulder as I pass. “We will.”

Conner presses a thermos into my hand, coffee, strong and black. “You’re not going out there half–dead, sweetheart.” His voice is steady, commanding, but there’s warmth under it. We grab a quick breakfast, whatever’s left from last night, and then it’s out the door. The morning air bites cold against my face, sharp and clean. The truck engine growls to life, Liam at the wheel, Matteo beside him. Naomi and I slide into the back.

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