Page 46 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
“Autumn!” I called out again.
Nothing.
I checked along the perimeter of the building, searching every nook and cranny. She couldn’t have gotten far, and I doubt she brought a car because the keys remained with my drivers, and they wouldn’t have driven her here.
She must have followed me by taxi. There’s no way a cab would come here so fast.
Unless she had the last one waiting?
I was about to turn around, thinking she might have left in the cab she came in, when I saw three men quietly moving like shadows past buildings about a hundred yards away.
Like they were chasing something.
These men? I didn’t know them. They weren’t mine.
Where the fuck were my men? My eyes scanned around, and I saw them. Unconscious. Fallen.
Fuck.
These were Esposito men. They must have hunted down Vincent when he disappeared and attacked my men.
What were they doing now? Were they trying to find Vincent? I picked up my radio. Warned Dante of the trouble outside. Ordered him to call for back-up before I followed.
It looked like they were tracking something.
And that’s when I saw what they were chasing.
Not what.
Who.
Her.
Autumn.
She was running toward the chain-link fence at the edge of the property.
My heart stopped. They’d seen her. They were hunting her.
I moved quickly, using the shadows for cover, and cut across the complex to break their route. Autumn hadn’t seen them yet from how she ran. Panicked, but not panicked enough. She was focused only on escaping.
From me. From what she’d witnessed.
But she was running straight into something worse.
I watched as one of the men raised his hand, pointing at her. They picked up speed, breaking into a jog. Fifty yards separated them from her now. Forty.
I couldn’t call out to warn her without alerting them to my position. Couldn’t fire from this distance without risking hitting her in the darkness.
I ran faster, staying low.
The first man reached for Autumn just as she neared a gap in the fence. His hand clamped down on her arm, spinning her around. I heard her terrified scream as the other two closed in.
“Let me go!” Her voice carried across the empty lot.
“Mrs. Lebedev,” one of them said. “The boss wants a word.”
And that’s when I stepped out from behind a dumpster, and they never saw me coming. They had their backs to me, but Autumn saw me. Her eyes widened just as I raised my gun and fired. The first shot caught the man holding Autumn in the back of the head.
