Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 81

Her Obsession.

Another Ghost in the Ranks.

Sage

Liam broke the silence first, cutting through the weight of sterilization talk with all the subtlety of a hammer.

“Well that’s fucked up. I’m not saying I wanted a little rug–rat running around, throwing knives at my head right now, but what about the future? He just took that away from you both? I vote we fucking kill him.”

I shook my head, throat tight. “It’s not that simple. You can’t just walk into his compound and put a bullet through his head.”

“Well, you’re going to have to.”

The voice behind me was raw, ragged, like it was dragged through broken glass. I was out of my seat before thought caught up.

Ari leaned against the kitchen doorway. Her pantsuit, usually sharp as a blade, hung in bloody shreds. Her skin was waxy, sweat–slick. Four…no, at least four bullet wounds that I could see.

Ari!”

Matteo was beside her in a flash, catching her before her knees gave way. His face was carved from stone as he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Conner swept the breakfast dishes off the table in one violent motion. Plates shattered on the floor, glass shards scattering like ice. Matteo laid Ari flat on the wood, already tearing fabric away from wounds with practiced precision. I almost dropped to my knees beside her, but this was fucking important so I stood firm, my heart thudding. “What happened, Ari?”

Her lashes fluttered, and blood dripped at the corner of her mouth when she coughed. Her eyes, fever–bright and still somehow sharp, found mine.

“He knows.”

The words hit like a blade to the gut. My blood went cold. Yakov. He knew.

Matteo’s voice cut sharply through the panic.

“Nico, kit, now!”

Nico bolted, nearly tripping over the shattered glass still scattered across the floor. Matteo already had both hands pressed to Ari’s side, kitchen towel bunching crimson beneath his palms as blood poured faster than it should.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, steady, professional, but I saw the tightness around his jaw. “She’s bleeding out fast.”

I turned to Conner, my own voice snapping before I could think.

“We need to go. Now. Everyone you want alive, out of this house. Right fucking now.”

His phone was already in his hand, thumb hovering. “Go where?”

“As far away as fucking possible,” Naomi answered, her voice like ice. No flirt, no sass, just cold, deadly precision. “We need a hideout. Everyone. Until we can plan.”

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Conner’s eyes locked on Liam. Liam nodded once, solid, already on the move.

“We’ll go to my parents‘ place,” Conner decided, his voice low but absolute. “Liam, prepare the jet. Tell the men. I’ll call Ma.”

“Yes, boss,” Liam said, disappearing down the hall at a run.

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Naomi stood beside me, eyes flicking over Ari with something almost protective before turning back to Conner. “Move fast. If he knows…” she didn’t finish. Didn’t have to.

My stomach churned. If Yakov knew, this house wasn’t safe. None of us were.

Conner was already barking into his phone, Matteo was elbow–deep in blood trying to stabilize Ari, and for the first time in a long time, I felt the sharp edge of dread digging into my chest.

Nico skidded back into the room, kit in hand, dumping it onto the blood–slick table beside Matteo. Matteo’s fingers were already buried in gauze, snapping out orders like he was back in a combat zone.

“Clamp! Fuck, no, doctor’s not here today.” His jaw tightened, sweat running down his temple. “She’s not going to make it without surgical hands.”

“Shit,” Conner muttered, already halfway through another call.

“Fuck!” Matteo swore again, voice raw, his hands pressing harder to keep the blood from spilling between his fingers.

Then, soft, almost too small to be real, came a voice from the open doorway.

“I can help.”

Every head whipped toward the sound. A tiny woman stood framed in the hall, brown hair sticking out of a messy bun, sleeves rolled past trembling elbows. Big eyes that didn’t match the steady way her hands clutched a worn satchel.

“Winnie?” The word slipped out of me, disbelieving. I knew her. Everyone did. The compound’s quiet doctor. The one who stitched the ghosts back together when Yakov wanted them running before the injuries had faded. The one who patched me up more times than I could count.

She nodded once, voice still small but steady. “I wasn’t going to let her die.” Her gaze darted to Ari, then back to us. “And now… technically, there’ll be a hit on my head too. So…” She lifted the satchel higher, like it was proof of her worth. “If you let me… maybe I can come with you. To wherever you’re going.”

For a second, no one breathed.

Matteo broke it first, his tone clipped, desperate. “If you can do what I think you can do, sit your ass down next to me and start working. We’ll figure the rest out later.”

Winnie’s chin lifted a fraction. She crossed the room, already pulling sterile gloves from her bag. And just like that, another ghost had joined us.

“Are all you scary fuckers women?” Liam asked, his tone a mix of awe and irritation.

Naomi didn’t even blink. “Nope,” she said flatly, serious as a blade. “And you probably don’t want to meet the men. They’re not so easily

seduced.”

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The room went still for a heartbeat, her words sinking in. I knew exactly what she meant, because if the women were this dangerous, the men were worse. Liam gave a short, nervous laugh but didn’t press further.

Conner ended his call, voice sharp, controlled, but his eyes found mine instantly. “Girls, pack your stuff.” His tone brooked no argument. “Ma and Pa are gathering the army. Ireland will wreak havoc on anyone who tries to come for us.”

For a second, the weight of it pressed down on me; this wasn’t just my fight anymore. It wasn’t just ghosts in the compound or Yakov’s leash around my throat. This was bigger. These men, this family, his family… they were stepping into the line of fire because of me. Because of Naomi. Because of what we were. I nodded, even though every instinct screamed not to run, not to hide. But for now? For Conner? I’d play the good little soldier. Because if Ireland really was coming to stand in this fight with us, Yakov had no idea the storm he’d just called down.

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