“Why?” I whisper.
“You’ll make it easier to kill Mikhail with.” He practically holds me up as we walk away from the alley. I want to scream but he hit my head so hard, I can barely see straight.
He continues to walk me farther and farther away from Mikhail.
Mikhail
I kill the driver.
But I don’t kill Liam because he’s nowhere to be found. Neither is Natalya.
I go back into the parking garage and steal another car before I go out and search for her. They couldn’t have gotten far.
But I don’t see them. I drive around the block and still I don’t see them. Where the fuck did Liam take her?
I call Charlie and a few of my other men to tell them to be on the lookout.
I drive straight to Cillian’s favorite restaurant and barge inside. I shoot down his two guards in the front room before heading to the back. Cillian is there, waiting for me with his own gun drawn.
“Where did Liam take Natalya?”
“Why would I tell you that? He was supposed to kill you.”
“Well, he didn’t. He took my wife instead. Where are they?”
When Cillian doesn’t answer me, I scream louder, “Where are they?”
“Mikhail, calm down.” It’s not Cillian who speaks.
It’s Denis.
I whirl around to see him standing behind me but that gives Cillian the chance to shoot. I duck behind the hallway before he can hit me.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
Denis nods to Cillian. “We decided to make a deal.”
“You and the Irish? Does Nico know about this?”
“Nico doesn’t need to know. All that matters is that I get Natalya back. And now I’ll have her back.”
“So you can sell her off to the highest bidder. Is that right?”
Denis only smiles. “You’ve lost this round, Mikhail. You can’t win.”
“I will fucking win. I will get my wife back. So was the plan to kill me and steal Natalya?”
“Pretty much. She made a mockery out of me. She managed to escape me. That can’t stand. I have someone she can marry. It’s going to happen, Mikhail.”
“You can’t marry her off. She’s already married.”
“Not if she’s a widow. I came here to Cillian last night and proposed the deal and he was on board.”
It dawns on me then. Who Denis wants to marry Cillian to.
It’s Cillian himself.
“No,” I growl. “You’re not going to do this. This is your niece. Think about that, Denis. Don’t you have any love for her? Any at all?”