“You should end things with him.” A husky deep voice echoes from the darkness. I freeze in place, his thick Russian accent sent shivers down my spine. I could only make out his large form from the dim lights of the smoking area. “H-how long have you been standing there?” I shivered, not from the cold but from an unsettling feeling. He chuckles richly causing my heart rate to quicken as I watch a small flicker of light before smoke puffs out into the air. “Go inside, krasotka it’s too cold for that little dress of yours...” ******** Josephine Beaumont would’ve never imagined that working as a personal nurse for a wealthy French businessman would entangle her into a deadly web of mafia rivalries. Struggling with financial issues and a toxic relationship, she catches the attention of the dangerous and ruthless Russian pakhan, Sasha Romanov and a deep dark obsession brews takes root in his heart. He stalks her every move with burning desire and manipulates their meeting in the pretense of fate, pulling her into the dangerous dark world of the mafia. Delve into this dark, steamy mafia romance filled with obsession, power, and high-stakes danger, BRATVA'S OBSESSION will leave you breathless and craving more.
view moreJosephine My lips were still tingling from the aftermath of that brushing kiss that lit a wildfire in me. Sasha had kissed me with a hunger that stole my breath, a passion that made my knees tremble. And I kissed him back..... That was the part I couldn’t stop replaying in my head, how fast I recovered from the shock and kissed him back. I gave in, craving to feel his touch. A shiver ghosted down my spine as the memory of his burning grey eyes pierced through me. I didn’t wait for what would come next. I had turned and bolted, my feet barely touching the marble floor as I ran to my room, locking the door like that would somehow keep him and my feelings for him out. The silence in the room was deafening with reality of the truth and my foolish actions, sinking in. Sasha Romanov. He is the pakhan of the Russian Bratva....such a dangerous man to be with. My gut told me that there was something dangerous about him but this is another level of dangerous.... Ne
Josephine I let out a long yawn, blinking my eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room. My toes curled as I cuddled deeper into the plush sheets of my bed, craving to sleep for a little longer but a thought crossed my mind. The events of last night flashed into my head like a wake-up call to bring me back to reality. I sat up, resting my back against the bed frame in an attempt to clear my thoughts. The terrifying car chase. Screeching tires and sharp turns. My first thought during the car chase was that the people that had trashed my apartment and threatened me were out to off me but Sasha’s dangerously calm exterior during the whole chase made my belly churn. He didn’t show any sign of panic or confusion during the chase which felt odd. A normal person would be confused or scared but he was eerily silent and focused on escaping the chase..... His cold gaze last night was a different side of him I hadn’t seen when he left me confused at the driveway of his esta
Sasha The city lights were a blur as I tore down the road with blinding speed. My grip on the wheels tightened once the thought of someone having the guts to hurt Josephine crosses my mind. My phone rang and the dashboard displayed ‘Pavel’- the man in charge of security I my Bratva. He must’ve caught wind on the current threat against me and is checking in on the situation. I swipe ‘answer’. “Where are you?” “Close by.” His voice came through steady and calculated. “We’ve got eyes on the SUV. It took a left turn kennel’s Street, heading straight for the docks.” Good. “They know we’re tailing them so it's probably going to be an ambush, get more men ready.” There was a pause before Pavel spoke up. “You want us to head into an ambush willingly?” My jaws ticked, I was way too pissed by the stunt they pulled while I was with Josephine to give a fuck about safety. “Its the French mafia, they wouldn’t do anything drastic.” “They just pulled up at the docks.” Pave
Josephine I blame Sasha. I blame him for invading my thoughts, keeping me up at night until sleep finally drags me under. Now, at the hospital, I’m running on fumes. This morning, he insisted despite my protests on driving me to work, refusing to let me take the bus. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the offer of a free ride, but ever since I came to terms with my feelings... I couldn’t stand the idea of being alone with him. Not yet. A shiver ran through me at the memory of the chilly anger in his eyes as left with stubborn intent, heading straight for the bus top which was like a thirty minutes walk. It made my belly churn as he sped past me in his Bentley, not even taking a glance at me. Well, I wouldn’t also be able to see what expression he had on through the tinted glass. “Jo?” Evelyn calls. I blinked from my thoughts, staring at the half eaten sharwarma in my hands. I didn’t even realize I had began eating through my thoughts..... Evelyn huffs besid
The ride was silent, being in a confined space with Sasha always seemed to make me nervous and that just proves how heavily attracted I was to him. The way he turned the steering wheels, his muscles tensing underneath his shirt and those strong thighs of his that I want to- “We’re here.” Sasha cuts me off from my perverted thoughts. My cheeks warm in embarrassment of literally eye-fucking him but I play it cool by clearing my throat and nodding mutely. The sun set casted a golden hue over the exotic restaurant and that made a smile to stretch on my lips. “I’ve never been here before.....” I mumble, stepping out of the car still in awe. Sasha casts his gaze on me with a certain glint in his eyes. “I know, it’s owned by a friend of mine and opening this weekend.” My belly flutters strangely. This was the first time Sasha mentioned having a friend and the fact that he brought me into an unopened restaurant to have dinner felt so intimate..... He reaches for the smal
Josephine “Thank you....” I mumble out, stepping out of the car to leave the most awkward ride I’ve ever taken. Sergei was way too quiet and calculative to form a conversation with. Whenever I asked simple questions to spark a conversation, he just gave close ended replies to shut me up. Sighing as Sergei drives off, I begin the long trek of the estate to the main entrance. “Good morning, Nurse Josephine.” The security guard greeted, opening the front door for me. I gave him a small smile and walked in, welcoming the cool air conditioned air. My legs moved on autopilot towards the usual place that I always met with Mr Chevalier for his check ups. The air felt heavy as I walked in to see Mr Chevalier playing a silent and intense game of chess with Louis, his son. It was odd to see him present, this was the third time of meeting and it still felt strange.... Louis piercing blue gaze lands on me causing me to tense up unintentionally. Mr Chevalier turns to my direction
Third person POV Louis tightened his jaws, staring at the photos in his hands that was just given to him a few minutes ago. They were photos of Josephine seen with Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian mafia. After the events of last night at the underground fighting club, Louis had sent his men to tail and keep watch on Jospehine. He was surprised to see her with Sasha of all people. “What is it?” Mr Adrian Chevalier , his father asks. He hands the photos over. “Last night, your personal nurse had witnessed a private execution at the underground fight club.” He snarled. Adrian frowned as he stared at the picture of her entering into Sasha Romanov’s car. “When was this taken?” “This morning. I had my men tail and watch her just in case.....” a sense of pride filled his ego and the thought of doing a good job. Adrian eyed the photo, Puffing out smoke from his cigar unto the photo. “How do these two know each other?” he murmured to himself. Louis takes a
I shouldn’t have called him. My fingers trembled, gripping my phone tightly as I stared at Sasha’s contact just after ending the call a few minutes ago. What the hell am I doing, calling a total stranger? Whoever did this wanted me to feel threatened, vulnerable and exposed and it worked because I stood in the middle of my apartment hallway, shaking with fear. My eyes shook across the hall for any sign of movement or to find anything strange but I was just being paranoid. I crossed my arms in an attempt to ease my anxiety but that didn’t help either. The elevator at the end of the hall dinged open, causing a short gasp to escape my lips. I squinted my eyes to see who it was and I felt sudden relief. Dressed in formal black pants and white shirt, Sasha strode towards me leisurely and my feet moved on their own in a hurry. A sob escaped my lips as I walked into his arms, wrapping my arms around him for comfort. He stiffened slightly but engulfed me in his arms,
Sasha I couldn’t stop the wide grin of excitement that stretched on my face. What else but fate could explain the possibility of seeing Josephine at my underground fight arena? It was a hobby of mine to dabble into fights that were arranged for specific nights to recruit more men into the Bratva. I went a little carried away during the fight and might have gone too far with the beating. Seeing Josephine in the midst of the crowd felt like a breath of fresh air, she brought me back to my senses but she ran away too quickly. Once I saw the picture that Sergei had sent me of her spying on the French mafia, my legs moved to find her quickly. If I had just been a minute late, then she would’ve been caught and silenced, leaving her body to be found later. Her foolish nature of no sense of danger has thrusted her into my world of danger and death. The French mafia definitely knows who she is and that puts her in a dangerous situation. Sergei walks in with Viktor Mikhailo
Josephine My teeth chattered harshly as the chilly night air hit my exposed skin. I had received a sudden text instructing me to Mr Chevalier's home for an emergency and of course it had to be at the middle of a chilly night. I moved my feet quickly across the dimly lit street that led to his home or more like a freaking mansion. My brows furrowed instinctively as I noticed there were more guards stationed around the perimeters. “What the hell?.....” I muttered to myself. Anxiety makes it’s way to my heart causing my pulse to quicken as I walk towards the large gate. The stoic guard says nothing but guides me through the long front yard of the mansion. The air felt tense as my eyes glanced around in slight fear, something doesn’t feel right. “E-excuse me, is Mr Chevalier okay?” The stoic bodyguard doesn’t reply, instead he quickens his steps to the main entrance of the mansion. My body instantly felt relieved as the warm air seeped into my skin, I let out a relieved ...
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Mga Comments