Found Obsession

Chapter 109: Special Chapter! Sasha Hutton

Sasha was on her knees, tears streaming down her face. Through her blurred vision, she saw Roselyn addressing the media, her expression pale as the questions grew harsher. The reporters were relentless, questioning the competency of the police department and the detectives.

She shifted her gaze and caught sight of Jonathan. He stood firm, like the lieutenant general he was, absorbing the pressure. Sasha knew he was already forming a plan in his head, doing what he did best.

Her sobs deepened as she thought of her father—gone now. A man she had grown to love, despite knowing the weight of his sins. She had accepted his fate, but the pain didn't diminish. They were all guilty, she thought bitterly. How can any of us find the strength to stand up?

Sasha buried her face in Lucas's arms, her emotions uncontainable. But being in his embrace only made her cry harder.

What if he's one of them? The thought clawed at her mind, dark and unyielding. What if he's part of the murderers?

Her stomach churned. Is this scene satisfying for him? she wondered. Had our flirting meant anything? Or had it all been a façade, a calculated act to infiltrate and gather information?

Sasha cried harder, her emotions overwhelming her as memories of Lucas flooded her mind. They had started going out after Wyatt's birthday, exchanging numbers and going out not exactly on dates. In the short time she had gotten to know him, she had genuinely liked him. It had been a small secret.

"Let's get you home," Lucas whispered softly.

She nodded, her body trembling as the weight of the scene pressed down on her. The nauseating smell of blood and the gruesome reality surrounding her were becoming too much to bear.

Sasha gave him the directions to her home—an alternate house she used to avoid compromising the location where Wyatt, Levi, Mark, Rose, and Jonathan gathered.

At some point, she felt Lucas helping her into bed, his touch steady and careful.

"Do you want me to call someone?" Lucas whispered, his voice soft.

She shook her head. "Can you stay?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Sasha saw the hesitation in his eyes.

"Listen," he began, his tone cautious, as if trying to tell her something without saying it outright. "I don't think that's very wise."

But before he could pull away, Sasha leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. For a moment, he responded, his touch warm and hesitant, before retreating. She watched him closely, her heart racing. She had to know—was he one of them?

"I'm not good for you," he murmured, breaking the silence.

Sasha smiled faintly, the corners of her lips lifting despite the tears threatening to spill. "I'm not good for you either," she replied, her voice tinged with bittersweet honesty.

Lucas eyed her carefully, searching her face. "I'm not the type of guy who wants a girlfriend," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her small smile deepened, though it was laced with pain. It's not like I have much time left anyway, she thought. Without another word, she pressed her lips to his again, silencing any further protest.

This time, Lucas didn't pull away. His hands found her waist as he kissed her back, deeply, passionately. "You just lost your—" he started to say again, but Sasha cut him off, her tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Shut up," she whispered, her voice breaking, and this time, he did.

Lucas's lips found her neck, then her shoulders, his kisses slow and deliberate. Sasha tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel something real amid the chaos of her life.