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I know he is.

That thought is the only thing that calms my speeding pulse.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR-ANGEL

The second my phone connected I was on the move. I caught only the first minute of my Koukla’s call and I became aware of two things, two definite things, immediately.

Someone took what’s mine.

And I’m going to kill him for it.

“Mr. Fury, I have your pretty little wife. I will call you with a location when we can meet and talk. We have a lot to discuss.”

This motherfucker.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” is all I manage to say before all I hear is wind followed by the sound of glass breaking.

Fuck!

Fury like I’ve never known fills me and I am already taking off, running down the hall as I call all my available men to me.

“We gotta go!”

I slam open Nico’s door. He’s in a meeting with a dangerous-looking man in an expensive suit.

I shouldn’t be interrupting him, but I have no choice. My cousin doesn’t question me. He just stands and grabs his guns from the cabinet next to his desk.

Luc is in there with him, and he does the same.

“Sorry, we have to finish this another time,” Nico tells the man.

But he grins wickedly, joining us on this little off road adventure.

“Family is all that matters. Please, allow me to lend a hand,” the man says, and I place him then.

This is Adrik Volkov, the billionaire and former Bratva crime lord.

There have been whispers about the wolves of Volkov Industries, and I know enough about them to discern that this man’s morals align with the Vipers when it comes to our women.

It’s one of the first things I discovered when I vetted the man before we even considered entering a partnership with them on this real estate development project Nico and Luc were cooking up.

Adrik Volkov has a fucking army at his disposal, and I am too fucking worried about my Koukla to refuse his help.

I nod my head, and he grins. It’s not a nice smile. But it is familiar.

The monster in my soul seems to recognize the one in his and vice versa.

“Excellent. Let’s go hunting,” Nico replies and claps his hands together.

We’re already in the car by the time I get everyone up to speed.

“How are we going to track them if he dropped the phone out the window? I assume he also disabled the car’s GPS and tracking systems?” Adrik Volkov asks.

That’s when I turn to face him, grinning like a wildcat.

“Buffy.”

“Buffy?” he asks, and he is looking at me like I am crazy.

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