Page 87 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

I hang up as my thoughts race in all directions. I need to keep my head on my shoulders. I’m usually so good in these situations, but this one is different. This one is close to my heart.

I’m still driving, but in no particular direction, because going to the scene of the kidnapping isn’t going to achieve anything now.

With my hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel and this thick dread pushing against my body, I realize something.

It hits me like a brick wall—the sudden understanding.

I am in love with Sasha.

I am completely and utterly in love with her.

I have been for a while, I’ve just been pushing the feeling away. Denying it. Too focused on my stupid fucking need for revenge to see the incredible thing that was happening right in front of me.

I pull off to the side of the road as I fight for air that seems too heavy and thick to breathe. What am I supposed to do? I sit in my car, my body filled with anxiety.

The phone rings again and I answer quickly.

“Okay, I’m sending you Rico’s location now. Get to my house. I’m putting a team together and we can head over there. My brothers are on the way here now with their teams."

“How long will it take to get everyone together and ready to move?”

“An hour tops.”

“That’s too long.”

“Leon, just get here. We need the teams. We need a strong force for this one. If Balakin and Rico are working together, they’re going to have a lot of men on this. We have to go in prepared.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Leon, don’t be an idiot—"

But I’ve already hung up the phone. I can’t wait. Sasha needs me right now. There’s no telling what Rico and Balakin are doing to her.

I dial my security team to tell them I’m sending them a location and they have to meet me there immediately.

I pull my gun from beneath the driver's seat and check the clip. I leave it lying on my lap as I turn the car around, following the location Maxim sent me towards Rico and hopefully Sasha.

Maxim has to understand that he can’t expect me to wait.

An hour is too long. Too many things can happen in an hour.

I just have to hope that he moves quickly and arrives with his forces before shit hits the fan.

***

I arrive outside one of Balakin’s properties, where Rico’s location confirms he is.

Further down the street I see two of my cars parked, waiting for me. I park next to them and six men climb out, armed and ready. One of them is Ivan.

“Sir, what’s the plan?” He asks, stepping towards me.

“The plan is to get Sasha back. It’s the only thing that matters. Do whatever it takes to keep her safe.”

“Are we going in—just us?”

“There are more men on the way, but we can’t wait for them.”

“Okay. We’re ready.”

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