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“Not yet, Vlad,” he orders.

Vlad. Of course his name is Vlad. “Fucking crazy bitch,” Vlad hisses. I hadn’t realized I was still chuckling until the pussy turns on his heel and stalks away.

“I’m impressed, Alejandro.” Sergio directs it to the camera. “Where did you find such a woman?” He chuckles a little, and the sound of it is more sinister than his creepy smile.

I’m blinking more and more sluggishly, and my head becomes too heavy to hold up any longer.Alejo, I whisper in my mind.Come for me.

Alejandro

“Mijo, you need to eat something. How will you get her back if you have withered away to nothing?” My mother stands in the middle of my crowded office as I continue to pace back and forth with scathing fury.

It’s been two days since Irma was taken from me, right under my fucking nose. I will never forgive myself for this. If she dies, I won’t deserve to live. If I get her back alive, I don’t deserve to have her anymore. I couldn’t keep her safe. I fucking failed.

“Please,mijo,” my mother begs, but I ignore her. If I open my mouth, I will say things I might regret later. I haven’t eaten, slept, showered,nothingsince Irma disappeared. Nothing but spew fire and rage.

Thankfully, Lucas redirects our mother and gets her to back off. We’re back at the mansion in Miami, and I had most of my men flown up here so that we’re ready for war when it’s time. Marcus and his team have been sent here as well, and I watch as they search nonstop for any leaks, any trails, any fucking clues. They all know their necks are on the line if they do not succeed in finding my wife soon.

I’m literally going out of my mind here. I will tear the entire world apart searching for Irma. Then, when I find her, I will fucking destroy every single person involved. I already took care of the woman from the boutique. Before I snapped her neck with my bare hands, she confessed to letting in one of Petrofski’s guys through the back exit. She said they threatened her life and everyone working there, but I don’t give a fuck. She helped them take my wife. My fucking wife was taken from me, and a lot of people are going to die because of it. I’ll kill enough to people to make sure the world knows what happens when someone crosses me or anyone close to me.

“Got something, boss!” Marcus blurts out, and I fly across the room. “It’s a video sent to us. Here.” He positions the screen in front of me. “I’ll start trying to track down where it came from. I’ll get everyone on it right away.”

Sitting down in front of the screen, I press play. My heart sinks when I see Irma restrained to a chair with ropes around her wrists and ankles. It’s horrible lighting, but I can see a huge bruise on the left side of her jaw, and my blood begins to boil over. I hold very still when she opens her mouth. “How much do you get paid for punching a tiny woman who is restrained to a chair? I’m just curious. I know it must take some extra special training to do it,” she taunts, and if I wasn’t two seconds away from literally exploding, I’d smile with pride.

I can’t see who she’s talking to, but I hear a familiar voice speak next. “Would you like to say anything to your husband before we begin?”Begin. What.

I inch closer to the screen so I can see and hear everything. My beautiful wife smiles, and I can see some of her teeth tinted pink, but she looks radiant. She looks like Athena, goddess of war, reincarnated. “I’m good. Thanks though.”

My fucking woman. So damn strong.

A large man enters the picture, and he’s as big and wide as Lucas is. I see his fist cock back as he nears Irma, and my fingernails pierce through the skin of my palms, and it’s as if everything is in slow motion. His fist, which is half the size of her fucking head, slams into her right cheek, making her head snap painfully to the side. I’m literally vibrating with anger. I cannot wait to get my hands on this fucking pussy. The man is blocking part of her, but I can see Irma trying to blink open her eyes and pick her head up, but she barely has a chance to when the dead man walking slams his fist again in her face. This time he hits her square in the nose, making blood immediately splatter from it. I stare into Irma’s eyes, and I still don’t see fear in them. They tear up, but she doesn’t shed a single one.

The room is dead silent around me, and I can’t look away. Especially when she throws her head back and lets out the most cracked-sounding laugh ever. Blood is pouring from her nose and covering her mouth and teeth, dripping from her chin. To everyone I’m sure she looks absolutely mad, but to me she is remarkable.

Weakly, she lifts her head again and rolls her eyes the rest of the way up to look at him. “Fucking p-pussy,” she croaks out, and then she spits a big wad of blood at him. I can only imagine the look on his face. Irma again shows no fear as she continues to laugh through three more punches. On the last one, I hear her whimper, making my stomach turn, and she gurgles on her own blood, but still she lets out a weak laugh just to taunt him.

My wife once accused me of being a demigod, but no one is more godlike than her right now. She is extramundane and exceptional.

After the beating she just took, she’s still able to weakly pull her head up to call him a pussy again.

I’m about to have an aneurysm when he looks like he’s about to hand her one final blow, but Sergio steps in and stops him. “That’s enough, Vlad,” he barks.

With Irma’s head hanging forward, her shoulders start to shake with sounds of laughter coming out of her. They’re weak and muddled, but they can be heard. “Fucking crazy bitch,” the man who I now know as Vlad seethes, and then disappears out of screen.

Sergio turns to the camera, but I don’t take my eyes off of my wife. She’s quiet now, and I’m watching for any signs of life. “I’m impressed, Alejandro.” His sinister laugh fills the silent room. “Where did you find such a woman?” Irma is very still, but I can see her head slightly bobbing as she takes in a breath.

Hold on, my love. I’m coming for you. I will kill thousands of men to get to you. And if I don’t get to you in time, everyone involved will pay. I will kill them all and every single person related to them. Men, women, children. I’ll fucking kill them all.

The screen goes blank, and I sit there staring at it for a total of two seconds before I fucking lose it. Getting to my feet, I see red, and I’m overcome with burning rage. I roar until my throat burns, and I begin picking up anything and everything in my path, breaking it with my bare hands, flinging it across the room. Tears blur my vision, and my body starts to convulse. I feel my arms being held down with a strangling force, trying to subdue me. I hear pained noises filling the room, and I realize those pained noises are coming from me.

“Hermano, we will find her. We will fucking find her.” I recognize the voice whispering in my ear as my brother’s. “I swear to you, we will not stop until we find her. And we will kill every motherfucker with any ties to the Petrofskis. Every. Last. One.” His breath is heavy against my ear as I begin to sag in his arms. “Irma is so strong. She’ll be there still breathing and fucking laughing when we come for her. We will fucking find your wife and bring her home.Un promiso.”

I don’t know how I got here, but I’m lying in our bed. It feels so fucking empty and cold without her. We’re going on three days now, and so far, we haven’t heard a peep other than the video. I was able to sleep for a few hours last night, but I woke up from a nightmare drenched in a cold sweat. I dreamed about saving Irma, only to have her die in my arms. The image has not yet left my mind.

Trying to regain my sanity, I think back to the day we left for Aspen.

I’m waiting in the foyer, going over security detail with Berto and Diego, when I see Irma out of the corner of my eye. I stop mid-sentence and head to the bottom of the steps. She’s wearing some sexy jeans that are practically painted on her shapely and toned legs, a loose-fitting long-sleeve top that shows off her perfectly toned midriff, and a brilliant smile. A smile directed at me, her eyes only fixed on me. When she reaches the third step, she squeals and leaps into my arms. I catch her as she wraps her limbs around my body and presses her warm lips to mine. She doesn’t care that we have an audience as she deepens the kiss then pulls back all too soon. “Thank you so much for this, Alejo.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

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