Page 46 of Forced By the Bratva

This time, when I answered, it was Mila. She spoke in a rushed tone, mumbling about some bar. I had to pull over and ask her to slow down. I couldn’t make out a word she was saying.

Mila took a deep breath and tried again. This time, I heard the concern in her voice clearly. “Piotr, you need to come to the bar where you picked Alyssa and me up the other night. You want to hear what Layle has to say,” she blurted out.

“Okay, I’m on my way,” I said before disconnecting and taking to the road. I wasn’t far from the bar she mentioned, but it felt like I was driving for hours even though it wasn’t even ten minutes. Pulling into the parking area, I had to pull the brakes hard as I was almost going at full speed.

My front tire connected with the front wall of the building, picking up the bike's rear slightly. Catching my footing, I steadied the bike, switched it off, and headed in. I found Mila talking to the waitress who assisted me in getting the two tipsy women in the car the other night.

As I got to them, I spoke up, looking at the waitress. “What information do you have on Alyssa?”

Hearing the door open behind us, we turned to see Konstantin entering. Turning back to the two women, I noticed a look of anguish on Mila’s face. “Come on now, spit it out!” I said harshly.

“Calm down, brother, we’ll get her back,” Konstantin added as he stopped beside me.

“She might be in danger,” I spat at him as my concerns were eating me up inside.

Mila glanced at the woman next to her. Taking her hand, she squeezed it as she spoke. “Layle has information on Alyssa you need to hear.”

This action took both Konstantin and I by surprise. But this wasn’t the time to discuss such matters. Looking at Layle, I raised my eyebrows in anticipation.

“Yes, yes,” Layle said. “We were cleaning earlier when we heard a scream outside. Me and the other two waitresses stormed out to see what was happening. That was when I saw her.”

“You saw Alyssa?” I asked.

“Yes, it looked like her. She was bound and being chased by big men. There were three cars at the stop street as well and another man shouting orders.” Layle added, looking at Mila.

I grew anxious at her lingering and needed to know what happened. “Okay, and then what?”

Mila gave me a warning look and said to stay calm. She would also be uneasy if she only knew how my heart was racing and my mind flying.

“Well, the woman who looked like the one here with Mila the other night. She threw something to the curb as the men dragged her back to the car. I picked it up and kept it,” she said hesitantly.

“Where’s it? Where’s the phone?” I blasted at her.

Mila stepped between us and shoved the phone against my chest. “Here,” she said. “It’s Alyssa’s phone.”

I wanted to ask Layle why she didn’t answer when we called, but knew I would be pushing my luck with Mila. I decided it wasn’t important, as I needed to know who had taken her. I stepped back and took a deep breath. My heart felt like it was about to blow if I didn’t do something.

“Okay,” I said, raising my hands before me. “Sorry, I know you are trying to help. The man that took her, can you describe him?”

Mila stepped to the side again, and Layle continued. “There were a lot of guards, but I couldn’t get a clear look at them as they scurried around her. The three cars were all black, though.”

Layle rubbed her head as if thinking very hard and then added, “Oh, yes, the man that shouted the order was a fat man in a smart blue suit. He had black hair and a scruffy face, as if he had forgotten to shave this morning. Sorry, that’s all I got.”

That was enough for me. My fists tightened at my sides as I knew who had taken her. There was only one fat man who wore blue suits and didn’t like to shave every day. Rage surged through my body as I spoke out in anger. “I know who has her. It’s Jones.”

Turning on my heels, I headed for the door. Before stepping out, I heard Konstantin yelling behind me. “I’ll call Leon and let Ashan know.”

I was burning with anger as I raced through the street on my way to Jones’s underground facility. Arriving at the worn-down building that was a front for his operations underground, I noticed the place was packed.

At the entrance, the guards opened for me without an issue. I found this a bit discerning as I would have expected Jones to try and keep me out. As I parked and headed inside, I speculated on his reason for taking Alyssa.

With no time to waste, I stormed inside. At the entrance, two guards blocked me from entering. They were asking about my reason for being there. Raising my voice as I spoke, I hoped Jones would be able to hear me. “I came to collect Alyssa. She is my wife, and you have no right to keep her.”

I could hear voices in the earpiece the guards wore. “Is that Jones,” I hissed. “Tell him to come here, I want to talk to him.” As I screamed at them, I tried to step between them. The guards kept me back by each taking hold of an arm. I was furious and ready to take on the world if that’s what was needed.

Looking over their shoulders, I saw Jones coming closer. I could no longer control my anger as I shouted at him. “Where is she motherfucker? Where’s my wife?”

The guards tightened their grips as he came to stand before me. I was like a bull, shoving and pushing with all my might.

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