Page 4 of Secret Bratva Twins

“Leave.”

“Maxim—”

My phone rang, cutting her off. Vlad’s number flashed on my screen.

“Leave, Cassie,” I ordered. I’d had enough of her mouth on me. I was hungry and needy, but it wasn’t her who could satisfy my needs. I needed to find Gianna. It didn’t matter what part of the world she was hiding in. I needed to find her before I lost my mind.

She rose to her feet, gathered her things from the floor, and headed to the door. She paused. “My name is Camilla,” she said over her shoulder and left.

I sighed, pulling my pants up and zipping before sliding to answer Vlad’s call. “What now?”

“Meet us at the front bar. Sergey is waiting.” He hung up.

I strode out to the front bar where my brothers occupied the stools. Neon lights flickered in the background. I hated the pop music leaking through the speakers. I needed utter quiet, and I couldn’t even have it.

Nodding at my oldest brother, Sergey, I sat between Nikola and Vlad. “This better be worth it.”

The cockiest grin formed on Vlad’s lips. “I see you were enjoying your chick way more than you usually do.”

I frowned at him. “Does your wife know you’re sitting in a club talking about other chicks?” I was teasing him. My brothers were worse than teenage boys high on testosterone, but they all became faithful husbands the second they got married. It was a miracle, honestly.

Vlad tapped the table, leaning in. “My wife trusts me. But you don’t have a wife, so you wouldn’t know.”

I snarled at him. “Annoying asshole.”

His sardonic chuckle rose above the music in the background. “Someone’s pissed. Enjoy your girls, my wife has a better ass.”

Nikolai shook his head, then he stared at me intently. “How’s it going with you?”

I hailed the bartender, and he gave a nod. He knew my favorite drink already. “As you can see, we haven’t had any troubles with the Outfit lately, my cock still works fine, and the shipment is coming in tonight.”

“That’s not what I’m asking, Max,” Nikolai said, his face etched with worry. He was the most sensitive out of all my brothers. Funny, wasn’t it? A cold-blooded killer who always noticed when something was bothering either one of us. “How’s your search?”

My chest squeezed as the bartender passed me a martini. I’d been searching for Gianna since the war with Vincent Russo ended. It seemed as if she’d just disappeared from the face of the earth. My fingers tightened around the glass. “No news of her yet.”

“It’s been four years since you started looking for her. I think it’s time you let it go,” Nikolai said cautiously. “I hate to break it to you, but she could be dead.”

“She’s not dead.” My nostrils flared, my mind refusing to believe she was anything other than alive and well. “I’ll find her.”

“Let the man live in his delusion,” Vlad drawled beside. “He’s better off believing she’s alive and fantasizing about her while fucking his girl.”

Sergey shot him a glare. “Enough! We’re not here to discuss random women and looking for long-lost girlfriends. We’re here because Mariana and Vlad got a message from someone, a woman who claimed to know how to take down the Outfit.”

I arched a brow. “A woman? Do we know her name?”

“No,” Vlad answered. “But Mariana said she seemed desperate as if she truly knew something.”

Nikolai folded his arms across his chest. “How do we know this is not a trap?”

“We don’t, but if she has something to say, we should hear it.” Sergey steepled his fingers in front of him. “I find it odd that the Outfit has been quiet for a while now. It’s been four years since Vincent died. He was their ally, and they’ve been strangely quiet about his death.”

“They could be afraid of launching a blind attack,” Vlad offered.

“Far from it. Michael is too reckless for that,” Nikolai argued, his expression calm and unreadable. “They’re planning something.”

I took a swig of my drink, relishing the heat of the alcohol as it trailed down to my stomach. “When does this woman want to meet?”

“Tonight,” Sergey replied. “She insisted she doesn’t want you there.”

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