Page 61 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

Ivan nodded. "I'll get our men and set up mobile tracking."

I grunted my approval. This was why we were the Unholy Trinity. No words were needed, just action.

We moved in perfect sync, gathering weapons and tech.

"We'll find them, Abe," Ivan said quietly, catching my eye as we headed for the garage.

I nodded, jaw clenched. "Damn right, we will. We’ll get our girls back home safe. And whoever's responsible? They'll wish they'd never been born."

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The car tore through the city streets. Red lights. Meaningless. Horns blared. Irrelevant. My knuckles whitened on the wheel.

"ETA five minutes," Ivan clipped.

Vlad's voice was tense. "Weapons check complete."

My mind raced. Pippa. Soft curves. Sharp wit. In danger. Blood pounded in my ears.

"If they've hurt her—"

"We'll handle it," Ivan cut in.

I nodded, jaw clenched. Focus, Abrahim.

Screeching tires. We arrived. Immediately, Ivan rushed to the roof while Vlad and I went straight to her apartment to see if any of their attackers were still there. On entering, I stopped in my tracks. The place was in chaos. Shattered glass. Overturned furniture. No sign of life. My heart hammered.

"Roof." Vlad pointed.

We sprinted up and found Ivan gently talking to Adley and Emory who were huddled together in a corner, pale-faced and shaking.

"Where's Pippa?" I demanded, scanning frantically.

Ivan and Emory exchanged quick glances and Adley's voice cracked. "They… they took her."

My blood turned to ice at Adley's words. They took her. Pippa was out there, in the hands of god knows who. I felt my knees buck under me but Vlad squeezed my shoulder and helped me back to the present.

With Adley’s words, my entire world had tilted.

"Who?" I growled, fists clenching.

Emory shook her head, tears streaking her face. "We don't know. It happened so fast. We noticed strange sounds from outside and Pippa peeped out. There were masked men, downstairs pouring out of vans, outside her apartment. By the dozens. She blocked the door and bought us time. We were escaping to come up here via the fire escape from her bedroom, and Pippa was right behind us. She told us not to look back, but when we got here, she wasn’t there."

Fear clawed at my throat, quickly replaced by a cold, seething rage. I turned to my brothers, seeing my own determination mirrored in their eyes.

"We find her," I said, voice low and deadly. "Whatever it takes."

They nodded in unison. The Unholy Trinity, united in purpose.

"We need to move," Ivan stated firmly, his eyes scanning the horizon as though willing Pippa to appear.

I nodded, my mind already racing through our options. "Vlad, track them down. Fast. Adley, what kind of vehicles were they?”

“Grey vans. Nearly black. No plates. They all looked the same. We saw them from the roof.

I nodded, my mind already racing. "Ivan, Vlad—"

"On it," Ivan said, pulling out his laptop. Vlad was already on his phone, barking orders to our tech team.

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