Page 138 of Sweet Obsession

I blinked through the pain, trying to steady my thoughts. “Why the hell are you doing this? You think this is some game? This is my life you’re playing with.”

His laugh was low, cruel. “Why? You think this is about you? This is about Luna. You’ve taken everything from me, Misha. Your family—your contract—they’ve all been a thorn in my side. You think that because you’ve won the vote, because you’vebecome Pakhan, that you can just walk away from this? That you can control the world without consequences?”

I stared at him, my chest tightening. Luna.

Rojas leaned forward, his face inches from mine. “My men, and the Vargas Cartel, were present at the fight. They had orders to find you and bring you alive. And they did. You’re lucky to still be breathing.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, unable to bear his words. The weight of it all hit me like a tidal wave, but there was one thing I knew for sure: I couldn’t break. Not for him. Not for anyone.

“What do you want?” I gritted out, the words heavy with my resolve.

Rojas smirked. “You’re smarter than I thought. I want you to divorce Luna, send her back to Columbia, and never contact her again. After all, your little contract with us expires in a month. I won’t need to supply you anymore.”

Rojas had never forgiven me for what my family did to his—how we’d crushed his empire years ago, leaving him to crawl in the dirt. He didn’t just want Luna; he wanted to prove that even a Pakhan like me could be broken.

I wanted to scream. Luna was mine. I wasn’t going to lose her. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

But I forced myself to play along. I couldn’t risk him hurting her. Not like this. “Done,” I muttered, the lie tasting like poison in my mouth.

But Rojas wasn’t finished. He chuckled, a low, hollow sound. “Not so fast, Misha. You think I’m just going to let you go that easily?”

He waved a hand, and two of his men stepped forward, a woman following behind them. She was young, maybe a little older than Luna, with dark hair and eyes full of fear.

Rojas smirked. “Before I let you go, there are two things you need to do for me. First, you’re going to fuck her.” He pointed tothe woman. “I’ll have it filmed, and I’ll send the video to Luna. That way, she’ll know her precious Misha is as good as gone. Your divorce will be final.”

I felt bile rise in my throat. The idea of touching another woman—let alone in this way—repulsed me. I would never do that to Luna. Never.

“You’re insane,” I spat, struggling against my chains.

Rojas didn’t flinch. “And second, you’re going to sign a legal contract stating that you’ll never interfere with my family again. That you’ll stay the hell away from them, and you’ll never come after Luna.”

“No,” I said, my voice barely above a growl. “I won’t do it.”

Rojas’ smile faded, his eyes narrowing. “You’d rather die than comply, wouldn’t you?”

I didn’t answer, but my silence spoke volumes.

“You’re right,” Rojas said, standing up. “I can’t kill you. The Vargas Cartel would never let me get away with it. The consequences would be severe for anyone who kills you. But Chernov... well, he doesn’t have those restrictions, does he? He’s reckless. Lev and Alexei too. They won’t care. They’ll come for you.”

He turned, walking away from me. “Good luck, Misha. I’d say I hope you survive, but I doubt it.”

He left, and I was left alone with my pain, my broken body, and the knowledge that Luna was in danger. I had to keep her safe, even if it meant sacrificing everything.

For the next two days, I hung there, barely able to breathe, my ribs aching with every shallow breath I took. Blood dripped from my nose, my vision swam in and out of focus, and my mind drifted in and out of consciousness.

When I finally woke again, I could barely feel my limbs. The agony had become so intense that I thought I might lose mymind. But there was a moment of clarity—I would die before I ever let Rojas, or Chernov, or anyone else hurt Luna.

I heard Rojas’ voice again, cutting through the haze.

“Last chance, Misha. Will you do as I ask?”

I closed my eyes, my body trembling with rage and pain. “I’d rather die than betray her,” I whispered.

Rojas sighed, exasperated. “Well, you won’t die. Not yet. But Chernov will make sure you wish you had.”

He took a few steps away, and I was left with only my thoughts. Luna—the only thing that kept me alive.

I could only hope that Nikolai had found her. That somehow, she was safe.