Page 137 of Bratva Knight

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she screeched, picking it up and preparing to throw it across the room.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I rushed forward and quickly took the laptop from her hands before she could let it go.

Nikolai had a thing about smashing electronics. He was still holding a grudge against Aleksandr for some fancy computer the brute had broken years ago.

Drea growled, releasing it with a huff. “I’m good. I’m good.” She ran her hands down her hair and flicked them down her chest, taking a deep, calming breath.

The laptop was still dinging. Someone was clearly desperate to get a hold of Aleksandr or something. The notifications were going off the charts. Drea’s eyes sliced to it and I swear it looked like she was going to take me out to get to it.

I started opening the laptop. “Okay, I’m just going to shut it off—what the hell is this?”

The entire screen was black, and smack dab in the centre of it was a set of numbers in big, white block font.

“What? What’s going on?” Arturo asked.

I showed Drea first and then turned the laptop around to face the room.

Mikhail frowned and got to his feet, coming closer. “They’re…coordinates. Latitude and longitude.”

Vincenzo’s eyes widened as something flashed across the screen. “Whoa.”

I curved my body over the top of the device so I could see. Text was literally being written across the screen beneath the numbers right before my eyes, like someone was typing it in real time, but no one was.

At least, no one there.

“You’re running out of time.

Save my Lukyan.”

“Save my Lukyan?” Vincenzo read out loud, brows snapped together. “Save my—” he gasped in realisation and pointed vigorously at the screen. “That’s Lukyan’s stalker!”

“She hacked into Aleksandr’s laptop to give us these coordinates to save him?” Christian asked, speaking for the first time.

When Arturo cut him an angry scowl, I understood why he hadn’t said a word before, why none of the four guards responsible for Illayana’s safety had said a word. The poor guys were in trouble for losing Illayana…again.

My dad moved to the window and looked outside cautiously. “That means she’s watching us. Right now. How else would she know we’re around Aleksandr’s laptop to see that message?”

Made sense. From what Nikolai told me of the woman, she was incredibly smart and resourceful. She was also completely infatuated—obsessed—with Lukyan.

Mikhail took the laptop from me, looking it over. “How did she find the location of the island?”

“Who cares?” Arturo jumped to his feet, eagerness in his eyes. “We have what we need. Let’s go.”

Vladimir cleared his throat. “We don’t even know if we can trust this information. For all we know, Talon could have sent that.”

“It’s highly doubtful.” Mikhail typed on the laptop, but nothing happened. The device was being controlled by someone else. “Talon has what he wants. There’s no logical reason why he’d risk sending an army to his doorstep.”

“So we’re in agreement?” Drea looked around the room. “We’ll treat the information as accurate and prepare to strike?”

“Uh, just hang on a second,” I said, raising a finger in the air. “We might have the location of the island now, but how the hell are we going to get to it? Talon surely has some sort of precaution in place for that. Lookouts or something. People watching for intruders. There’s no way we’ll get within ten miles of that island without being spotted.”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Mikhail slammed the laptop shut, clearly giving up on trying to hack the hacker. “I have a submarine.”

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