Page 12 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

I squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

This shot sounded completely different from before. Deeper, steadier, more lethal. I didn't need to check the target. I already knew.

My emotions were under control again. This arrangement would continue exactly how I wanted it to.

I set down the gun, removed my ear protection, and called Dimitri.

"Пахан."

"City of Sins," I gave him his orders concisely. "I want Yvann Group to invest and become the primary financier. Contact the right people and blacklist that producer Barry from the industry. Also, replace all the current lead actors. "

"Understood, пахан. What about the director?"

"Find the best, most professional director in the business to assist with filming. Tell them the budget is unlimited. I want this project upgraded from A-level to S-level."

After handling that, I opened my conversation with Eva and typed out a message.

Me: production's getting some changes. lead actress position just opened up. Want it?

I didn't see her reply until the next morning.

Eva: no, thx

Staring at that message, I sank deeper into my leather chair and lit a cigarette. I usually limited my smoking to maintain peak physical condition, but right now I found myself craving the nicotine.

I blew out a smoke ring and watched it dissipate.

I knew Eva well enough to know she wasn't playing hard to get. She had real ambition buried in her bones and wouldn't pass up a lead role just to avoid gossip about sleeping her way to the top.

Sure enough, her next message arrived.

Eva: I actually prefer the supporting role. The character's complexity makes me want to challenge myself. Screen time and billing aren't the most important things - it's about showcasing real acting ability

I raised an eyebrow and stubbed out my barely smoked cigarette. This was the first time I'd seen Eva's pure passion for the craft of acting.

She kept surprising me.

That night at the bar felt like a crack in the rules I'd set up.

A few days later, I wrapped up a corporate acquisition for the Group and checked my watch—only 4 PM.

I drove away from headquarters, the car moving smoothly through traffic. I should have gone straight home to my place. But when I stopped at an intersection, my hands turned the steering wheel without permission. When I snapped back to awareness, I was parked outside the film set.

Why the hell was I here? The realization irritated me. I sat in the car for a long time before finally getting out.

Walking onto the set, weaving through busy crew members and equipment, I immediately spotted Eva in the middle of filming.

Then my feet stopped moving.

Eva was shooting an intimate kissing scene with some young male actor.

I knew it was just fucking acting.

But my rational mind evaporated the moment I saw that actor cup her face with restrained passion and lean in for a deep kiss.

I watched Eva's arms go around his neck, her head tilting back slightly, long eyelashes fluttering under the lights in complete professional immersion.

His hands were stroking her back.

His lips were pressing against hers.

I could imagine the softness and sweetness of her mouth even from this distance.

Everything I'd been suppressing, everything I'd been fantasizing about, was being touched by another man!

Rage. Pure, absolute rage. And something else—something burning and nameless that felt like molten lead pouring into my chest, searing my organs until I could barely breathe.

I didn't know what that feeling was. I only knew it made me want to destroy everything. The actor, the set, and every eye that witnessed this scene.

"Cut!"

The director's voice rang out like a distant bell.

They separated, and I could finally exhale.

Eva's cheeks were flushed an enticing pink, her lips slightly swollen. She was breathing hard, still not completely out of character.

I watched Eva and the actor review the footage on the director's monitor, then sit in a corner to discuss the next scene.

When the actor looked at Eva, there was something in his gaze that went beyond professional appreciation—something warm and admiring. And Eva seemed completely oblivious.

"...so I think the emotion here shouldn't be a direct explosion," Eva said, holding her script and analyzing seriously. "It should be numbness and calm after being suppressed to the breaking point. What do you think?"

"I agree," he nodded, looking at her with obvious admiration. "Your acting is incredible. You completely drew me into the scene."

As he spoke, he leaned slightly closer to her—whether intentionally or not.

Eva said something that made him laugh. The sound infected her too, and she smiled—a real, slightly helpless but genuine expression.

That smile burned into my retinas.

I felt like I was going insane, but my expression was calmer than it had ever been.

The calm before the storm.

The unnamed fury in my chest hadn't disappeared—it had transformed into something colder and more destructive.

The world drained of color until only black and white remained. All sound disappeared. I couldn't hear the director's calls or the crew moving around. I only saw those two people.

The roaring beast in my chest suddenly went quiet. Not pacified—waiting.

I'd made my decision about how to handle Eva from now on—I was going to follow my instincts completely.

I found an empty chair nearby and sat down quietly. To anyone watching, I looked like just another visitor checking out the set.

They finished their discussion. Eva stood up and noticed me, walking over quickly.

"Ruslan?" Her voice carried a hint of barely concealed delight. "What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by."

She seemed to be trying to figure out how my route home could possibly take me past a film set.

Shit. Yvann Group headquarters was in the financial district downtown, the set was north, and my place was west. Three completely different directions that could never constitute "passing by."

She didn't pursue it, asking instead, "When did you get here? Have you been waiting long?"

"No, just arrived," I answered calmly, not taking my eyes off her face.

She paused, then started sharing enthusiastically, "I did wire work for the first time today! It felt amazing, like actually flying. I was scared at first, but once I got used to it, looking down at the whole set was such a rush."

I listened quietly, then responded without missing a beat, "Sounds great."

She smiled.

"Good." I nodded and stood up. "Done for the day?"

"Yeah, my scenes are wrapped."

"Let's go then." My tone was natural, like we'd been doing this routine for years.

I walked out of the set with her, opened her car door, and then got behind the wheel.

The car started smoothly and merged into traffic.

"Ruslan," Eva seemed to sense something was off. She turned to me. "Where are we going? This doesn't look like the way to my apartment."

I didn't answer immediately. The car passed through an intersection as I turned the wheel onto an on-ramp leading to the coastal highway.

Toward my place.

Then I finally looked at her. "Who said we were going to your apartment?"

Outside the windows, the city lights streaked past us in the darkness.