Page 6 of Forced By an Obsessive Bratva Stalker

No matter what angle I looked at this situation from, the outcome was always the same.

I was cooked—doomed.

Chapter 2 – Rodion

I stood behind my desk, facing the floor-to-ceiling window in my office that overlooked the city below. My fingers closed around the glass of whiskey as I took a sip, finding peace in solitude.

I’d just recently taken care of a sticky situation that threatened the safety of our organization. A man named Percy Brown was selling vital Bratva information to a rival gang. I found no pleasure in watching him draw his breath.

However, in my line of work, betrayal was unforgivable, and loyalty was non-negotiable. He knew the rules, yet he chose to double-cross the same organization he’d been in business with for decades.

Ending his life was necessary, and I’d do it again and again until these assholes learned not to shit where they ate. My lieutenant, Yuri, was secretly fishing out other moles amongst us—partners and soldiers alike.

The goal was to purge the brotherhood of traitors who, for their own personal benefits, were willing to sell us out to our enemies. We’d find them and make public examples out of them so the others would learn to tread with caution.

However, as far as I was concerned, that was a done deal. The issue on the ground was the girl who’d witnessed us taking care of Percy Brown. I didn’t get a proper look at her, but I caught a glimpse of her face before she fled in fear.

She moved so fast that by the time the men I sent after her reached the corridor, she was already halfway down the stairs. Eventually, she left the building at lightning speed—the kind that made you wonder whether she was a trained spy or someone desperate to get away from the scene of a crime.

Whatever the case, that speed of hers piqued my interest. Now she had my attention. She had my full attention. I’d asked Yuri to review the security cameras and find her for me. He wasn’t to engage yet. For now, I only needed all the information I could get about her.

I lifted the glass to my lips and took another sip, my eyes fixed across the window.

The door behind me opened, and Yuri walked inside. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.

“Boss,” he called softly.

I glanced over my shoulder but said nothing.

“I have the files you asked for.” He set them on my mahogany table. “This is everything on the girl.”

I drained the remaining whiskey down my throat and turned around, my gaze meeting his face.

“Her name is Aria Bennett,” he said.

“Who’s she working for?”

“Nobody,” he answered. “She’s not a spy and doesn’t even belong in our world.”

I sat in my chair, slowly flipping through the pages of her file. According to what I was reading, she was a journalism student with no criminal record. A photograph of her slipped out from under the file and settled in front of me.

The second my eyes fell on the image, my breath hitched. The photographer had captured every detail of her face, down to the faint freckles on her nose. Her eyes were a striking blue—light and tinged with curiosity.

Her hair fell in loose, messy waves over her shoulders, with a few strands framing her oval face. She wore a faint grin that made her eyes crinkle at the corners.

The shot was perfect, capturing the true essence of her beauty.

I should focus on who she was and the mess she’d gotten herself into. But I couldn’t stop staring at the photo in my hand.

“When was this taken?” I asked without raising my head to look at him.

“Not sure,” he answered. “It was pulled off her social media.”

A pause.

“I’ve sent the CCTV footage to your system,” he added. “The girl was seen going through the financial records of Meridian Solutions.”

I squinted my eyes. “Why?”