Page 88 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

He hangs up the call and walks over to his niece, smiling.

“Sweetheart, I have to go, business calls. It was lovely of you to join me here this morning.”

“Okay, Uncle Giorgio. I’ll see you at Dad’s dinner on Tuesday night?”

“Yes, you’ve got your car here, right? Or must I send the driver for you?”

“I’ve got my car,” she smiles, then gives him a quick hug before he walks away.

It’s too risky for me to follow him on my own.

As soon as he turns away from her, I see the three guards who are with him turn to follow him.

But now Clara is alone, and she is my best chance at finding Tia.

She wanders around the carnival for another half hour before she starts making her way towards the car park. It’s getting later in the day and the crowds are calming down a little. I suspect it gets busy again at night, but for now, there is an in-between quietness.

Clara presses the button to unlock her car, then pulls the door open, tossing a bright yellow fish and a pink balloon into the back seat. I move quickly because I can’t be seen; I have to make sure no one hears her.

I grab her from behind, my hand clamped tightly over her mouth, and I drag her into her own car.

She kicks and panics and hits her head on the edge of the door, knocking herself unconscious.

Actually, it works to my advantage.

I grab her car keys and climb into the driver’s side, driving her car to mine. Then I lift her out of the back seat and transfer her into my trunk.

I slam it shut and hurry to get inside, revving loudly as I pull away, heading to Oleg’s place.

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The guards open the gates for me as soon as they see my car, and I pull right up to the front door.

Climbing out, I find Oleg, Leon and Alexei are all waiting for me.

Clara is kicking and screaming in the trunk.

“I take it you got his niece?” Oleg says, scrunching his nose.

“Yeah, let’s see if she knows where he took Tia.”

I stand at the trunk and it pops open. As soon as it does, Clara turns to glare at me, but instead she’s looking at the barrel of my gun. Tears are staining her cheeks and her makeup is smudged across her face.

“Please,” she whimpers. “What do you want?”

“I want Tia,” I say, cold and heartless, because no one is going to stand in my way.

“Tia?”

“Yes, Tia. Your uncle took her. Where is he keeping her?”

“Giorgio took Tia? Why?” she stammers, looking clueless. I’m not sure if it’s an act or not, but I’m quickly losing patience and hope.

“Where the fuck did he take her?” I scream into Clara’s face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she screams back in pure panic.

“Fuck,” I scream, walking away from the trunk of the car.

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