Page 44 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
“Lock down the estate,” I ordered. “No one leaves or comes in without my permission.”
They didn’t say a word, just stole hidden glances at each other.
Sergei looked up at me. “If there’s a mole that’s after your wife, shouldn’t we double the security around her?”
My brows knitted together, my expression darkening ever so slightly. Did he really think that I’d trust any of them with my wife’s safety after now? Until proven otherwise, they were all guilty.
“Leave that to me,” I answered, cool and easy. “That’ll be all.” I turned around and faced the window again.
They hesitated briefly before standing up. Chairs scraped against the floor, and shoes clicked as they filed out of the room one by one.
Luka stepped forward and joined me by the window. “Do you believe them?”
I lit the cigarette between my lips, dragged on it, and released a puff of smoke. “Somebody in the room was guilty.”
“Who do you think that is?”
I paused, eyes still fixed out the window. “Not sure yet.”
“My money’s Anton,” Luka said. “He’s been acting weird lately.”
I looked at him. “How weird?”
“Secret phone calls, late-night disappearances without an explanation. Yesterday, I caught him whispering over the phone in the garage. As soon as he saw me, he was startled, said it was his sister.” Luka scoffed. “Anton doesn’t have a sister.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re certain about that?”
He nodded. “Positive.”
The smoke curled around my face as I took another drag. “Keep an eye on him. On all of them.”
“Got it.” He waited for a moment, and when I wasn’t saying anything anymore, he turned around to leave.
That’s when I called him. “And Luka.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“You’ll be in charge of the house tomorrow. I have a private meeting I have to attend.”
“Copy that.” His footsteps retreated, and soon after, the door closed behind him.
This threat was bigger than I thought, and to beat whoever was behind this, I must be smarter. My plan was already in motion, and not even Luka was aware of it. I would definitely catch that mole, even though I already knew it was.
Yes. The email mentioned the suspect. I wasn’t sure at first, and that was why I called this meeting. No one agreed to being the mole, but from my little interaction with them, I found the answer I was looking for.
Anton was Luka’s first suspect. But I knew who the real culprit was.
***
Later that evening, I found Wren seated by the fireplace in the living room. She was reading a book as the chair rocked back and forth, the flames crackling beside her.
I walked down the stairs, quietly strolling toward her until she sensed my presence and raised her head. I paused mid-stride, holding her gaze, calculating how much damage her affiliation with me had already cost her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, a glint of concern flickering in her eyes.
My stone-cold heart melted at her words and that expression she wore. No one had asked me that in a really long time, and it cracked something open in me.
I maintained a straight face, sat on the nearest couch, and replied as calmly as I could, “Yes, I’m fine.”
