Page 80 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

I start walking straight towards my parents' grave, which is where I know she would have been.

One the way there, my eyes dart from tree to tree, from dark corners to open spaces.

The sun is setting soon, and I don’t like this one bit. I feel sick to my stomach with worry.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach when I see her handbag lying on the pathway.

I grab it and open it. Her phone is in here. Everything is in here. She dropped this and ran.

Looking at the dirt around where she dropped it, I can see signs of her making a run for it. She was obviously walking back to her car, and then turned to run in the opposite direction.

This is worse than I thought. This is bad.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, because for this, I need all the help I can get.

I don’t even hesitate to make this call. Not this time.

It rings against my ear as I follow her long, running strides on the ground.

“Maxim. I need you to get to the location I just sent you. Now. Bring everyone.”

“What’s going on?”

“Darya is missing.”

“What the fuck?” he screams in horror. “I’ll be there now.”

“Bring the others.”

“I will.”

He hangs up and I continue to follow the path of her footprints up until I find the area where a struggle obviously took place.

My heart is still in the pit of my stomach as I start searching around for more clues—anything at all.

It is growing much darker when her brothers arrive.

Paval is furious, and Kiril practically launches an attack on me as soon as he sees me.

Ivan has his gun drawn and looks just about ready to shoot someone.

“Where the fuck is she?” Kiril screams into my face.

“I don’t know,” I scream back, all of the panic in my body coming out at once.

“What the fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” Kiril shoves me, hard, and I stagger backwards.

Maxim comes running over and stands in between us. “This is not helping anything. Calm the fuck down, Kiril,” he snaps angrily.

I can’t seem to catch my breath as the panic grows wilder by the second. Maxim turns towards me. “Stefano, tell us everything you know.”

“She was here. She called me. She was coming home. I told her I was in love with her. She was happy. I waited. She didn’t answer. I didn’t—" My throat begins to close, and I can’t get air into my lungs.

“Hang on, man. Hang on. Breathe. For fuck's sake, he’s having a panic attack.”

Maxim grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at him. “Stefano. Look at me man. Breathe. I know you love her, okay? We are going to find her.”

I swallow hard. I don’t even care what they think about me at this point. I just want Darya back.

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