Page 89 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“She doesn’t know,” Oleg agrees.

“What the fuck do we do now?”

“I need to find her,” I say, fear flooding me.

“We’ll find her, I promise you. He can’t have taken her far. She’ll be in his territory.”

“Did my uncle really take Tia?” Clara says, sitting up on the edge of the trunk, nervously, flinching and twitching, waiting for someone to come at her.

“Yes,” I say with a heavy sigh. "He took her from the carnival."

“I thought it was strange when he invited me there.” She sniffs, tears still running over her cheeks.

“Look, Clara, I’m sorry I took you. I thought—I thought you might know. You can go.”

“Wait. Maybe I can help?” She climbs altogether out of the trunk and stands looking at me. “Let me help.”

“Do you have any idea where he would have taken her? A safehouse? His own house?”

She thinks for a bit, then nods.

“He told me he was going to the river for the rest of the weekend. He has a house there. He usually goes there when he wants to get away from everyone.”

“The river?”

“Yes, here, I’ll give you the address.”

I hand her my phone and she punches the address into my map app.

“You’re sure he’s here?”

“It makes the most sense. It’s out of the way. The rest of the family doesn’t really visit him there. And he doesn’t go there often, so if he went there today, it was probably because of Tia.”

Leon takes Clara’s arm, pulling her aside.

“We have to go. My wife, Sasha, is in the house. She will call a cab for you and get you to wherever you need to go.”

“No, I’m coming with you. I can still help. I can talk to my uncle, tell him to let her go.”

Leon looks towards me. I shrug. “Any help we can get is great.”

All of us climb into the big SUV Leon drives and head towards the river house.

My stomach is a knot of fear, wondering if we are too late, wondering if he has already hurt Tia.

Leon drives fast as the sun disappears behind the horizon and darkness creeps over the landscape. The river house is close.

We’re almost there.

All of us pile out of the car and are surprised to find Giorgio with only a few guards present.

The four of us outnumber them, and with Clara as a pretend hostage, we walk past the guards without having to open fire.

Giorgio looks sour and pissed off. He keeps glaring at Clara as though she’s done something wrong.

“Did you tell them where I was?” he snarls at her.

“Did you take Tia?” she snaps back at him.

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