Her Obsession (by Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 90

How It Went.

The gravel path crunched with our steps, Conner’s heavy, deliberate stride keeping pace at my side, Liam trailing behind Naomi like a shadow. She was practically vibrating with anticipation, a wicked grin plastered across her face. I, on the other hand, was bracing for whatever fresh storm we were walking into. We pushed through the wide barn doors of one of the cabins converted into an infirmary, and the scene inside stopped me cold. Ari was sitting upright on the bed, pale but very much alive, her eyes wild and sharp as glass. Her voice carried like a whip crack through the room, every word harsh and biting.

“You think you can keep me locked in here? You think you can use me? You’ll be dead before the week’s out. Yakov will come.”

Men were posted in every corner, backs pressed to the walls, rifles slung but hands twitching near the triggers. Even hardened killers looked rattled under the weight of her fury. And then there was Matteo, poor bastard crouched near the far wall, med kit half–spilled across the floor, shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself invisible. His face was pale, eyes darting toward the door the second we stepped inside, as if we might rescue him from the storm.

Naomi clapped her hands once, sharply. “Well, isn’t this cozy?” She leaned her hip against the doorframe, grinning like she’d walked into a circus instead of an armed standoff.

Conner just smirked, eyebrow arched, gaze sliding over Ari with the kind of calm that usually made grown men sweat. Liam said nothing, but his hand rested casually at Naomi’s hip, steady as stone. Me? I studied Ari. The way she sat, spine straight, fists clenched tight in the sheets. The men around her weren’t just wary, they were afraid. Not of her strength. Of her conviction. And I couldn’t decide if she was mad, or if she was the only one here who actually saw the storm bearing down on us.

Ari’s gaze snapped to the doorway the second we stepped in. She saw me, then Naomi at my side, and for the first time since we entered the room, she inhaled deeply like she’d finally found ground she recognised.

“Where the fuck are we?” she asked, voice still ragged but steadier than I expected.

“Ireland,” I told her, stepping closer, careful but unflinching. “Safe enough, for now.” My arms folded across my chest. “But I need to know what happened.”

Her jaw tightened, eyes flicking past me for a heartbeat, landing on Liam, then Naomi. She swallowed hard, and when she spoke again, the fury was still there, but underneath it was raw fear.

“I was working late,” she said, her voice clipped and deliberate, as if dragging each word out cost her something. “Trying to clean up traces. Yakov came in. Said he knew I was hiding something and wanted to know what. I tried to stall, tried to delete the evidence before he saw…” Her hands curled into fists against the sheets. “But he got to me first. Shoved me to the ground and took the keyboard.”

Her eyes flicked up, pinning me, then sliding to Liam. “He saw it. The feed. Video of you.” She nodded at him, and Liam stiffened, his hand tightening at Naomi’s hip. “Coming out of that building after the hit that was supposed to be Naomi’s. You were the one who walked out, not her. And Yakov knew something was wrong. He knew I was covering for you.”

Naomi’s grin faltered, just a flicker, but she kept her chin high, daring anyone to call it out.

Ari’s voice cracked sharper. “I fought him for it, but he shot me. I tried to run, but he shot me again. I don’t even know how I made it out, just blood and noise and pain until I hit the main road. And then Winnie was there.” She exhaled, shaky. “Pulled me in, got me this far,

The rest’s a blur.”

Her eyes finally dragged back to me, wide and unflinching. “But he knows. About those two.” She jabbed a finger toward Naomi and Liam, “It won’t take him long at all to uncover the rest,”

The silence after her words was suffocating, the men along the walls shifting uneasily, Matteo still crouched pale against the corner. And

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me? My stomach turned cold. Because if Yakov had Liam and Naomi pegged, it was only a matter of time before his net tightened around

all of us.

Ari’s breathing quickened, her eyes darting between Naomi and me, sharp and accusing. “You fucked everything up,” she snapped, her voice cracking through the room like a whip. “I was fine there. I was safe. I had a position, a good job, and power. Yakov trusted me. And now? Now I’m a target because of you.”

Naomi bristled instantly, her mouth opening to fire back, but I lifted a hand and stepped closer, my voice sharp enough to slice through

the tension.

“Wake the fuck up, Ari.”

Her head jerked toward me, but I didn’t let her speak.

“Nothing about that place was good, not for you, not for me, not for anyone. You call that safety? Being owned by a man who would put a bullet in you the second you weren’t useful anymore? That’s not power. That’s a leash with gold trim.”

Her mouth opened, but I pushed on, heat rising in my chest.

“Did you never want more? Did you never want to find love? To be able to love someone and have them love you back without fear hanging over your head? Because I’ll tell you right now, Ari…” My voice cracked harder, sharper. “If I had to do it all over again, every fight, every scar, every time I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive, I’d do it the same. Exactly the same.”

Her eyes widened, something flickering there, fragile under all that anger.

“Because that feeling?” I said, voice dropping low, steady, the truth of it burning in my chest. “It’s worth the fucking risk.”

Conner

I stood back and let Sage have her piece, let Naomi bare her teeth, let Ari spit her venom. When Sage turned on her heel and Naomi followed, Liam close behind, I caught the flash of fire in Sage’s eyes and knew they’d said what needed saying.

The door shut behind them. I flicked my fingers at the guards in the corners. “Out.”

I stepped closer, slow, deliberate. She stiffened, chin lifting like she was ready to spar all over again.

“You’re in my family’s home,” I said, voice low but steady. “I hope you’ll be respectful while you’re here.”

Her eyes narrowed, but I didn’t give her time to argue.

“I will kill Yakov,” I went on, “Whether anyone believes it or not.”

I turned, boots scuffing against the floor as I headed for the door. My hand hit the handle, but I glanced back over my shoulder, letting the weight of my stare pin her where she sat.

“Oh,” I added, voice sharp as a blade, “and don’t ever talk to my girl like that again.”

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