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“Please man, please, I need her back with me.”

Kiril paces up and down. “We love her too, Stef. Sorry I got so aggressive. Tell us what you know.” His voice is still thick and tense, but it is no longer aimed at me.

“Someone’s been messing with my warehouse shipments—it might have something to do with that.”

“Marco Colombo?” Maxim asks.

“No, someone else. I don’t think it’s him.”

“There’s tire tracks here, guys,” Ivan calls from some ways off.

Everyone turns to jog towards him.

“These are rare tires. There are only a few cars that can handle these. Let me make a call quick.”

I stare at Maxim in disbelief. “He can see what kind of tires they are just by looking at the dirt?”

“He has a thing for cars.”

“And then what? He can figure out what car it was that took her?” It seems impossibly too good to be true.

“Yeah, chances are pretty high that he can narrow it down to at least two or three cars. That will give us a place to start looking.”

“I want to kill whoever did this,” I snarl with my fists clenched at my sides.

“We all do. There is no chance that they are getting away with this. No one messes with our sister and lives to tell the tale.”

Kiril, Maxim, Paval and I stand impatiently waiting for Ivan to finish on the phone.

Finally, after an eternity, he turns towards us.

“There are two cars in the area that fit the description. One of them belongs to an old man who runs a chicken farm. The other to a guy who works at the docks. I am going to say we try the docks first.”

“Let’s go.”

I start running back to my car, along with her brothers.

In no time at all, our convoy drives towards the docks.

Maxim is sitting in my passenger seat and my security guys are in the back.

Maxim drove here with Paval, but decided to join me in my car, and I am really grateful for this because, honestly, I feel like I might lose my mind right now, and his presence it somehow helping me stay focused.

If they have hurt her, there is no telling what I am going to do. I can’t promise I won’t rip someone to shreds. I am gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles are glowing white.

Maxim glances towards me.

“We’ll find her, man. We’ll get her back.”

I nod tensely. “Thank you for coming out, Max. Seriously. I really appreciate it.”

“Are you kidding? This is a family matter. You are a brother to us now. Of course, we would all come out to help you—with anything, man. Including that shit with Marco Colombo. You should have called me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”

I shrug. “Because I already owe you guys so much. I just didn’t want to make the debt bigger.”

“What do you mean? What debt? You don’t owe us anything.”

“You know—"

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