Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 74

A Kiss Goodbye.

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The room was silent but for her steady breaths, soft and even now. I sat back against the headboard, one hand still on her ribs, not to restrain, just to remind myself she was here. Alive.

“You scare the hell out of me, you know that?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not because of the guns, or the knives, or the way you can kill ten men without blinking. But because one day you’re going to decide I’m not worth staying for. And I don’t know if I’ll survive that.”

She shifted faintly, unconsciously curling closer into the pillow. My chest tightened.

“I’ve had women come and go. Easy. Forgettable. But you…” I let out a quiet breath. “You leave scars. Every time you disappear, I keep what’s left of you. The notes. The hands. The bullets. Hell, even your perfume pressed into pillowcases. I can’t throw them away, Sage. They’re all I had of you.”

Her hand twitched in her sleep, fingers brushing mine, and I swallowed hard.

“You call yourself a ghost,” I whispered, leaning closer, “but you’re the most real thing I’ve ever had. And I don’t care what it takes…Yakov, marks, blood, hell itself, I’m not letting you slip away again.”

I bent, pressing a soft–kiss to her hair, before I got up and snuck out, just like she would do. Duty calls.

I shut Sage’s door softly behind me, her breathing still steady in the dark, and forced myself down the hall. Work needed doing. If I stayed there watching her sleep, I’d never leave. Liam’s door was half–closed, light bleeding through the crack. I pushed it open without thinking. That was mistake number one.

“Shit, fuck, sorry,” I barked, spinning half away and throwing a hand over my eyes.

“Relax,” Liam drawled, utterly unfazed. “All good. Just securing little miss crazy over here.”

I risked a glance. Yeah, no. Shouldn’t have. Naomi was tied to the footboard, wrists bound in black cord, teeth bared like she’d bite through steel if he let her. She was thrashing, cursing in three different languages, but Liam just leaned in and kissed her hard enough that she froze for a split second, then tried to bite him.

Her muffled scream turned into, “Let me go! I can kill my own damn marks!”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Liam cooed, tightening the knot like a seasoned bastard. “You stay put, Daddy’s going to work.”

I gagged. Loudly. “Christ, Liam.”

He shot me a grin over his shoulder, smug as hell. “What? She likes it.”

Naomi let out another furious noise that sounded halfway between murder and moan.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t need to see any of this. Ever.”

“Sure you did.” Liam winked, turning back to his wriggling nightmare of a girlfriend. “Now, what do you need, boss, or you just here to judge my bedside manner?”

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I exhaled through my teeth. “Plans for tonight. The marks.”

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Liam gave Naomi’s ropes one last tug, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere, then patted her thigh. “Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you watch the highlight reel later.”

Another gag tore out of me before I could stop it.

“Feckin‘ Christ…” I muttered, backing toward the hall. “Can we just go? Is she going to be right there?”

“Oh yeah,” Liam called after me, smug as hell. “I’ve been working on my knots.”

He winked. Actually winked. A shiver racked through me and I was already out the door, shutting it harder than I meant to. By the time we hit the war room, my skin was still crawling. Nico was already perched at the main console, coffee in hand, feet kicked up on the desk like he hadn’t been waiting for us. Matteo leaned against the table, arms crossed, eyes flicking between me and Liam like he was trying to gauge which one of us was the bigger liability.

“Please tell me she’s not loose,” Matteo said flatly.

“She’s secure,” Liam grinned, dropping into a chair. “Daddy tied her up.”

I gagged again, louder this time, which only made Nico snort. “Sweet merciful Christ, I need ear bleach.”

“Focus,” I snapped, dragging the first dossier across the table. “Mark one’s done. Tonight’s marks are staggered, Naomi’s scheduled first, then Sage’s thirty minutes later. Ari’s note says they’ll be cross–checked, so it needs to look like both girls were active, but not together. We can’t give Yakov a reason to sniff.”

Nico leaned forward, all business now. “I’ll keep both channels open, one ear on Liam, one on you. If either of you slips, I’ll feed you

cover.”

“And Sage?” Matteo asked.

“She stays in bed,” I said firmly. “I don’t care if she wants to write the feckin‘ choreography herself, she’s not moving. Same with Naomi. We pull this clean, they keep their names, we buy more time.”

Liam’s smirk faded, just slightly. “You think they’ll believe it?”

“They have to,” I growled. “Because if Yakov even suspects they weren’t the ones pulling the trigger… we’re all dead.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Nico tapped a key, pulling up maps of both targets, overlays blinking red. Liam leaned forward, finally serious, his grin gone. Matteo uncrossed his arms, stepping closer.

We weren’t just running marks tonight. We were walking a knife’s edge.

We were mid–gear–up. Matte black rifles, suppressors, fresh comms. I’d just pulled the straps tight on my vest when the world flipped. One second, Liam was strapping a knife to his thigh, the next, he was face–down on the floor with a knee in his back and a set of manicured fingers twisted in his hair. Naomi, smirking like the devil, had him pinned before he could blink. Me? I didn’t fare much better. My gun went skidding across the table, and something sharp pressed up under my jaw. A familiar scent, gun oil, sage, her. My ghost.

“Going somewhere, darling?” Sage murmured in my ear, the gun kissing my throat like a lover,

I froze, not because I couldn’t throw her off if I wanted, but because I didn’t want to. Her strength, even half–recovered, made my chest

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tighten with something that wasn’t fear.

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Across the room, Liam groaned. “You let her loose?!” His muffled voice carried from the floor, full of betrayal. “Do you know how long it took for me to tie her up?!”

Naomi cackled, leaning harder on him. “What can I say? She’s loyal to me.”

I fought back a laugh, feeling Sage’s gun dig a hair deeper as if to remind me she wasn’t playing.

“Careful,” I warned low. “You shoot me and you’ll have to explain to Matteo why I bled out before the job even started.”

Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered, “Then don’t try to leave without giving me a kiss, darling.”

Pinned or not, I couldn’t help but smirk. Christ, what had we unleashed letting these women into our world?

Chapter Comments

Tanya Gordon.

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