Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 24

Her Obsession.

What Goes Around.

It started with a ghost signal, an old comm line I’d used once, buried in a protocol no one but me should’ve remembered. The kind of line you rig when you’re planning to disappear forever. A dead channel. Untouched. Untraceable. Or so I thought. Someone pinged it from an encrypted node that hadn’t seen daylight in three years. I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

“Sloppy,” I muttered, fingers already moving.

Most people wouldn’t have caught it. Hell, even most professionals wouldn’t have thought twice. But I wasn’t most people. I didn’t just build systems. I built ghosts. I chased the signal through five international reroutes, Singapore to Zurich to Dubai to somewhere in the Balkans. Every stop wrapped in false credentials and junk IPs meant to throw off even the best trackers. Except I wasn’t tracking. I was unraveling. I peeled back the encryption like old paint, tunneled through the guts of a fake import-export firm in Cyprus. And there it was. Mirov Holdings Ltd. The name slammed into me like a punch to the sternum. My breath hitched, fingers frozen mid-keystroke. No. It couldn’t be coincidence. It never was. I forced myself to keep going, stripping back layers until the truth stared back at me in bright red headers.

Target: SPECTRA | Alias: The Ghost | Status: ACTIVE | TERMINATE ON SIGHT

Secondary target: Conner O’Neill. Reason: Association. Asset interference. Rising influence. Unknown leverage.

Approval: Aleksei Mirov

Title: Head of Mirov Bratva

Date issued: Two weeks ago.

A hollow creak echoed through the basement as I leaned back in my chair, the screen’s glow slicing across my face in cold hues. My throat was dry. My pulse steady, but cold. Controlled. Like it always was before the storm.

So he finally found me.

The more I pulled on the thread, the tighter the knot became. This wasn’t about pride. It was never about losing face. It was about revenge. About power. And the billions he lost because of me because I didn’t just defy him. I exposed him.

-Flashback-

Bucharest. Winter. I’d just installed the last relay hub. He stood in the corner of a high-rise penthouse, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. His voice was silk and steel.

“All you have to do is maintain it,” he said, eyes sharp but disarming. “Don’t ask questions. Don’t look too deep. Just keep the system online. I’ll handle the

rest.”

At the time, I told myself I didn’t care what he used it for. I needed the money. The freedom. The leverage. But curiosity has a way of cracking even the most disciplined mind. One night, I cracked into the system from my backup terminal and I saw everything. A Saudi prince bribing a board. A French weapons dealer staging a rival’s arrest. A U.S. senator prepping blackmail material on his own colleagues, while buried between two escorts. All fed live through my code. He wasn’t just collecting dirt, he was selling control to the highest bidder. I burned it. Every relay. Every server. I leaked what I could to international watchdogs, torched the rest, and ran. I left him nothing but fire,

-Present-

The data loaded, confirmation after confirmation. The kill order wasn’t just personal. It was strategic. If I stayed alive, I could still wreck him. If Conner kept rising, he’d block Mirov’s expansion into the European arms trade. And now, just to twist the knife, Mirov had gone digging. He’d learned my real name. My past. My one fucking soft spot. Conner. I gritted my teeth, knuckles white against the desk as the final line scrolled across the screen:

“Terminate Ghost. Collapse all residuals. O’Neill included.”

He wasn’t just trying to kill me. He was erasing me. I leaned forward, spine like steel, hands back on the keyboard.

“You missed your shot, Mirov,” I whispered.

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7:57 pm p p DD.

What Goes Around.

I unmuted my microphone, flicking back to Conner’s footage where he was still clicking away and watching things.

“I know who made the hit.”

He didn’t startle, but he did freeze for a second. “Show me.”

I unmuted my microphone, flicking back to the feed that showed Conner upstairs. He was still hunched over his laptop, clicking through local surveillance feeds and double-checking sensor pings. Focused. Alert. Like someone who had grown used to danger sleeping beside him.

“I know who made the hit.”

He didn’t startle, but he did freeze. Just for a second. That little hesitation told me everything.

His voice came through clear, low. “Show me.”

I dragged the data window across the screen and pushed the encrypted folder to the shared workspace. “Check your file labeled ‘Siberian Collapse.’ It’s rerouted through your drive for security. Password is the year you stole that Bratva cache in Odesa.”

There was a beat of silence. Then a short huff of dry amusement. “I didn’t think you’d remembered that.”

“I remember everything,” I said, leaning back in my chair as he typed it in.

His eyes scanned the dossier as it opened. I watched the subtle tightening of his jaw, the slow exhale through his nose as he read. Photo of Mirov. Redacted kill order. Our names. His name. My face, blacked out except for the word “GHOST” typed in harsh, blocky Russian beneath it.

“I thought he was dead,” Conner muttered.

“He’s not,” I said flatly. “But I did kill everything he built.”

I didn’t explain it. I didn’t have to. Conner knew what kind of empire someone like Mirov ran. He’d seen enough in his own life to fill in the blanks. His knuckles tapped against the edge of the desk, thoughtful. Tense.

“And now we’re both on the menu,” he said finally.

“No,” I corrected, cool and calm despite the weight in my chest. “We’ve been on the menu. This was him finally making the reservation.”

He gave a low whistle. “Jesus, Sage.”

“You wanted to know who we’re up against. Now you do.”

He clicked out of the folder and looked up, like he could see me through the camera. “So, What’s our next move?”

I hesitated, just for a second. Because this was the part I usually handled alone. The plan. The retaliation. The lockstep forward into war. But this wasn’t just my fight anymore,

I exhaled slowly. “We hit him where it hurts. Financials first. Quiet disruption. Then we dismantle his networks, one dirty contract at a time.”

“Does he know you’ve found him?”

“He will,” fingers still moving as I encrypted the trail I was leaving. “By tomorrow morning.”

I could see him processing it all, eyes narrowed slightly, shoulders held just a little tighter than before. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. Rougher.

“I’ll let my men know to be on alert, but… what about you?” His gaze flicked toward the camera, like he was trying to find me through it. “If the Bratva come for you… a whole gang of them… you’re just one woman, Sage.”

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7:57 pm p p DD

What Goes Around.

1 leaned forward, close enough to the mic that he’d hear the calm in my voice. The certainty.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s the red-level threat here.”

He let out a slow breath, a small huff of something between disbelief and admiration.

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