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When he returned, he had changed into a black t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders and arms. Lena looked away too slowly. Maksim twitched his mouth faintly, like he noticed. Annoyingly, that made heat creep into her face. \u201cYou keep staring at me,\u201d he said. \u201cWhat else can I do?\u201d she shot back automatically. \u201cIt\u2019s not like there\u2019s plenty of entertainment here.\u201d<\/p>\n

That earned her the ghost of a smirk. The expression vanished almost immediately, but it lingered in the room afterward like smoke. Maksim moved toward the small kitchen again, opening cupboards with distracted movements. \u201cYou should eat,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m not hungry.\u201d \u201cYou barely touched breakfast.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m still your prisoner,\u201d Lena reminded him sharply. \u201cYou know that, right? This weird domestic act doesn\u2019t cancel that out.\u201d He shifted his unreadable gaze to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know exactly what you are.\u201d The words should have chilled her. Instead, something hot curled low in her stomach. Lena hated herself a little for that. The silence stretched again, heavy and strange. Maksim eventually settled into the chair across from her, nursing another vodka while shadows gathered outside the windows.<\/p>\n

The apartment grew darker by degrees until the entire safehouse felt submerged in muted gold and black. Lena curled her legs beneath herself on the couch. \u201cYou\u2019re different tonight,\u201d she said quietly. Maksim didn\u2019t answer immediately, but finally he said, \u201cMy brothers know about you.\u201d Her stomach dropped. Judging by his expression, that didn\u2019t sound like good news. The room suddenly felt colder.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Lena whispered. \u201cThey want me to finish the job,\u201d he said. Fear flashed hot through her veins. \u201cSo why am I still here?\u201d Lena had to ask. His gaze lifted slowly to hers. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m trying to figure out.\u201d The honesty of it unsettled her more than if he\u2019d lied. Before she could respond, something shifted.<\/p>\n

Maksim went completely still. Every muscle in his body tightened with frightening immediacy. Lena frowned. \u201cWhat…?\u201d Lena began. \u201cQuiet.\u201d The word came low and sharp. Then she heard it too. A noise outside, followed by footsteps. There was more than one, she realized. Maksim moved instantly.<\/p>\n

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All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 1kitap1.com\/en TABLE OF CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Page DEDICATION Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten 1kitap1.com\/en DEDICATION Dear readers, I hope you enjoy Maksim and Lena\u2019s story as much as I loved writing it. BRATVA OBSESSION Volkov Brothers, 1 Winter Sloane Copyright \u00a9 2026 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE The day started with Lena Miller\u2019s car dying.<\/p>\n

Why did it have to fail her at the most inconvenient possible moment in her life? The dashboard blinked once, twice, then went dark in the middle of Lily Road traffic. Her father\u2019s old beige colored Toyota Corol la reminded her of a stubborn workhorse. It had always been stubborn, somehow still alive through sheer spite, but finally it had decided it was done. \u201cCome on,\u201d she whispered, pressing the ignition again. There was nothing but a hollow click. She growled softly under her breath in frustration. She sat there for a full minute, her forehead against the steering wheel.<\/p>\n

He had given her that car in her second year of university, the keys dropped into her palm like a quiet promise. \u201cYou\u2019ll be okay, even when I\u2019m not around to make sure of it,\u201d he had said. Now it was just a dead machine on a hot road, and she had a delivery.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t just any delivery. The sealed compliance package was in a thick envelope, had embossed insignia, and urgent routing. It only meant that someone powerful was waiting on the other end to receive it. So she did what she never did unless absolutely necessary, she took the subway. The station seemed to swallow her whole.<\/p>\n

The heat immediately hit full blast. Damp sweat soon clung to the back of her neck, making her terribly uncomfortable. Then the noise and the press of bodies followed. It was rush hour, so they were crammed shoulder to shoulder, elbow to rib, breath to breath. She tightened her grip on the courier bag slung across her body. Don\u2019t panic, Lena. Breathe in and out.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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