Page 32 of Arranged Marriage By the Bratva

“I have to get to Italy to kill him. He wants to take my spot as the head of the Sicilian Mafia, which is why he had photographs taken so Nikk would get mad. I don’t know if I’m explaining this properly, but I need help.”

Sharon grows quiet, placing a hand on top of mine. “What do you need? I’ll help you. Did Nikk not believe you?”

Tears fall as I shake my head no. “I’m pregnant, carrying his child; he’s spared me, b-but, he’s going to come looking for me. I have to hurry.”

“Oh dear. What a mess. Let’s get you back home.”

“Yes. I need a passport, but I didn’t have time to get mine.”

Sharon waves her hand. “That’s easy work. I can have a fake passport for you in the next twenty-four hours.”

Thank God. She was the right person to contact. I’m a step closer to vindication.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nikk

“You let her get away? I give you a huge paycheck, and you fell for the trick?” I’m sitting across from a sheepish Turan, who let Elena get away. I don’t need to figure out where she might be going. If I know anything about Elena, it’s that she’s a firecracker, and since she knows what Matteo did to her, she’s enroute to kill.

She’s carrying our baby, and I care about her safety and well-being. These feelings I have locked inside, Elena has the key too. So much has changed in a short time, and it’s thrown me off.

“I didn’t let her get away. She complained about stomach pains and the baby, so I wanted to make sure she was okay,” he explains as I piece through the situation with him.

“Okay. She is carrying my child, and it was right of you to ask first.” A deep remorse sets in my bones as I think back to slamming Elena against the wall. Now, I hope I didn’t hurt her or the baby too badly. If I would have listened to her protests the first time, she wouldn’t have tried to escape. And now I have to catch her before she leaves for Italy, and it becomes one of the deepest regrets of my life.

It’s the only place she can be running to. She’s going to seek revenge on Matteo, but there’s no need for her to, because I’m going to pull out all his teeth one by one, and rip him from limb to limb, Bratva style. This is the punishment he deserves.

Turan rubs the base of his neck. “She is strong, Nikk. Very strong. She knocked me out, and by the time I came to, she’d already taken my car and driven off.”

A dry smirk tugs at my mouth. “Serves you right. I put you there for a reason. You saw what she did to Yegor.”

“I did. I’m sorry I let you down, Boss.”

“Too late for that,” I tell him in a clipped tone.

“Yegor’s already looking for her, and as soon as I came to, I called him.”

“Okay good. You’re dismissed.” I don’t look up, but Turan hangs around to confirm what I mean.

“Dismissed? Boss, are you firing me? I promise you, she is trained in martial arts. And she put me to shame. I could learn from your wife. Honestly, my specialty is guns,” he pleads, but he’s being truthful, and if I weren’t so fired up by Matteo, and Elena’s disappearance, I probably would have laughed with him. I’m not worried about him and don’t plan on firing him. I only want Elena found and brought back home to safety where she belongs.

“Dismissed for today,” I sigh wearily, distracted by figuring out Elena’s whereabouts. “It’s fine, but next time it won’t be. I will fire you,” I tell him, surprising myself as any other time I would have fired security for less. Elena’s changing me, but the truth is if Turan hurt her and left any visible marks, I would’ve snapped his neck like a number two pencil, so after all, he did the right thing. Better Elena put him to sleep, than anything else.

Ah, my L’vitsa in action—that’s something I would have wanted to see, but right now, I’m too enraged to think about it.

Turan doesn’t bother to ask me about his vehicle because I don’t care. He’s going to have to wait until Elena returns it. If I lose her now and she goes to Italy without help, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to her, and I’m about to lose my mind. Unable to sit for any longer, I get up as Turan leaves and I call Yegor.

He arrives, an anxious expression clouding his face. “Yegor, what’s going on? You’re looking for her?” I spit out, raking a hand through my hair. I need to get to her as quickly as possible, and if Yegor doesn’t have a plan, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.

“Yes. She hasn’t left New York yet, and I’ve tracked her to the heart of Manhattan. I don’t know what she’s doing, but Turan’s vehicle is there. There’s a trace on it.”

“Good, make sure she doesn’t leave. Find her.”

“We will. Don’t worry about that.”

“She’s going to leave for Italy, I’m sure of it. She’s going after Matteo.”

“I don’t blame her, but I think we’re better equipped to help her in this circumstance.”

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