Page 45 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Rage boiled up inside me, white-hot and blinding. My fist reached for his face over and over until Dante pulled me back.
“He can’t talk if he’s unconscious,” my brother reminded me softly under his breath. “And he’s giving us something. We know they’re following us now. Tracking us. If they know you got married…”
I took a deep breath, forcing the rage back down where I could control it. Dante was right. We needed information, not vengeance.
Not yet.
“The battery,” I said, nodding to the jumper cables. “Let’s see if electricity improves his memory.”
Dante picked up the second clamp. “Where should I—”
A small sound interrupted him.
A gasp.
Soft, barely audible, but unmistakable in the silence of the warehouse.
I spun around and froze.
What the fuck?
Autumn.
She turned ghostly pale, her hand now smacking against her mouth. Her eyes darted between me and Vincent’s battered body, to the cables Dante held.
She looked like she’d been transported into a living nightmare. Horrified.
Fuck. What was she doing here? What was she thinking? I hated seeing her this way, looking at me like I was a monster.
“Autumn,” I tried speaking to her softly, taking one step forward. “Just listen.” I took one more cautious step forward, afraid she’d bolt, but needed her to listen. “I can expla—”
But that’s all it took for her to turn and run. I was about to follow when Vincent lunged from the chair, grabbing the gun right out of a shocked Dante’s hand.
Fuck. We had been so distracted by Autumn that we hadn’t noticed he’d worked his hands free from the bindings.
“Federico!” Dante shouted.
I threw myself sideways as the shot exploded through the warehouse. The bullet passed right past me. I rolled forward and tackled Vincent before he could fire again.
We crashed to the ground, and I kicked the fallen gun away. Dante picked it up immediately, but Vincent slammed into my jaw. It was a weak blow, given his state. I pinned him, smashing my elbow into his face. His head snapped back, rendering him unconscious.
I shoved him off and got to my feet, turned to Dante. “Secure him properly this time.”
Dante nodded, already moving to bind Vincent again.
My eyes went to the doorway where Autumn had stood.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “She’s gone.”
I moved toward the door. “Take care of him. I need to find her.”
“Federico. What do I do?”
“Just get what we need from him,” I snapped, already breaking into a run. “I’ll deal with Autumn.”
I ran out of the warehouse into the night outside, looking for her everywhere. I screamed her name, but never heard back.
Where could she have gone?
