Page 70 of Mafia King's Bride

I stride into the building, fury driving my steps.

His secretary, the same woman I saw the day I demanded Nikolai give up his daughter, stands at the entrance. She frowns when she sees me.

“Mr. Orlov, to what do we owe this pleasure?”

“Is he in? And don’t lie to me,” I growl, the threat hanging between us. “My wife is missing. Anyone who makes it harder for me to find her will regret it.”

She glances behind her, her voice less sure now. “Anastasia is missing? Why would you think that?”

“She hasn’t been in her office today,” I bite out. “Now, is he here, or do I have to find out for myself?”

Her eyes flicker with hesitation, but she steps aside. “You think he kidnapped his own daughter? He hasn’t seen her since she moved in with you. Why would he take her now?”

I don’t answer, pushing past her and striding straight into Nikolai’s office.

He’s mid-conversation, but I don’t wait for an invitation.

“Dmitri,” he snarls, glaring at me. “How dare you?—”

“Where’s Anastasia?” I demand, my voice like ice. “Where’s my wife?”

He scoffs. “How should I know?Youtook her. Why ask me?”

His arrogant face shows no fear. No concern. Suspicion lodges itself firmly in my gut. Where’s the father who begged me not to take his daughter? The one who supposedly loves her?

“Do you even care what happens to her?” My voice drips with disgust.

Nikolai shrugs. “She’s your wife, isn’t she? You gave her your name. Whatever happens, you’ll be blamed for it. Throwing her to the wolves of your world was your decision.”

My fists clench, rage boiling just beneath the surface. Every muscle in my body tenses, aching to tear him apart.

He sighs, sensing the danger. “I don’t have her, Orlov. If you think I’d harm my daughter, then you know nothing about the love of a father, even apakhan.”

I sneer. “If I find out you’re behind this, I’ll be back to make you pay.”

I storm out of his office, barely keeping my anger in check. The moment I’m in the hallway, my phone buzzes. I yank it from my pocket. It’s a message from one of my men.

Bianchi has your wife.

I see red.

I dial Lucia without hesitation.

“If you’re with your father, leave,” I say, my voice hard and final. “This is my only act of mercy. There won’t be a second one.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line, but I don’t need her response to know the tip is real. Bianchi has her.

I hang up, fury consuming me.

She’s in danger, and this isn’t just business anymore.

Ana isn’t just a pawn.

And if Bianchi touches her, he’ll wish he’d never been born.

I drive like a man possessed, my hands gripping the wheel so hard it feels like I’ll snap it in half. The thought of putting a bullet through Bianchi’s head is the only thing keeping me from losing it completely. I want to burn that bastard’s entire operation to the ground, but innocent people would get caught in the crossfire, and I won’t have that.

I pull up to the meet point, barely killing the engine before I step out. Leonid, a hulking man covered in tattoos, approaches immediately, bowing slightly.

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