Page 103 of Bratva Bride

Christian didn’t say a word the entire time, but I knew he was still on the phone.

“Get your asses back here. Now,” I snarled, hanging up.

They were all going to pay for disobeying my orders.

The room was silent, Aleksandr, Nikolai and even Lukyan staring at me with intense eyes. They looked at the destruction I caused and said nothing. I didn’t feel guilty about it. I’d pay to replace everything later.

“What’s happened?” Aleksandr asked, body tight with tension.

I didn’t even want to say the words. “Illayana’s gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” Lukyan snapped.

“Someone’s kidnapped her.”

Suddenly the room sprang to life, Illayana’s brothers moving like the house was on fire. Aleksandr barked orders, Nikolai grabbed his laptop, typing away furiously while Lukyan ran out of the room, a few Bratva men hot on his heels.

My mind swirled. All I could think about was Illayana, about what could be happening to her and who could be doing it. My thoughts turned savage, the idea of her being hurt making me want to burn the whole fucking world to a crisp. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I had to do something. I had to find her.

“Vin, call Derek. See if he can track her phone. If it hasn’t been ditched, we might be able to find her.”

“There’s no need.” Dimitri stomped into the room, anger in every step, hair wet from a shower and dressed in a fresh Armani suit. Bratva men trailed behind him, concern wafting them as they ran to do as he commanded, gathering weapons and supplies.

My father stepped into the room a second later, coming over to me. “Is it true, son? She’s been taken?” He placed a hand on my shoulder, offering support.

“Yes. And I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” I shrugged off his touch and went to Dimitri. We had to find her, get movingnow. “What did you mean there’s no need to track her phone? You know where she is?”

Dimitri’s blue eyes shone with menace as he barked, “Nikolai,” effectively ignoring me.

His son jogged over, laptop in hand.

“Dimitri!” I snapped, my patience non-existent. “Why wouldn’t I need to track her phone?”

His gaze snapped to me and I could see the fire burning in his eyes, the anger radiating from him, but I wasn’t deterred. He didn’t fucking scare me, even if he was The Bratva Butcher.

“We can glare at each other later. Right now, you need to talk to me or you and I are finally going to go at it.”

A chorus of gasps echoed in the kitchen. Silence reigned over the room but I couldn’t let it last. We didn’t have the time to fucking waste. Every second we stood here staring at each other, she could be getting hurt.

Fed up, I reached into the holster strapped to my chest and gripped my gun, ready to start threatening if he didn’t start fucking talking. Just as I was about to pull it out, my father body checked me, ramming his chest into mine and pushing me back a step while Aleksandr jumped protectively in front of his father, a scowl on his face.

“Figliolo, tranquillo. Respirare,” Son, calm. Breathe,he whispered in my ear.

“Sono fottutamente calmo,” I am fucking calm,I growled, shoving him away.

Alessandro stayed in front of me, blocking me from Dimitri in case I lost my temper again. “Dimitri, I’m sure you have a plan. Please, share it.”

My father – always the fucking peace maker.

Dimitri pushed his son to the side and stepped forward, glaring at me. “You and I are going to have a few words when this is all over, Arturo-”

“Looking forward to it,” I snapped, interrupting him. “But right now, we’ve got more important shit to deal with.”

“I agree, it’s the only reason you’re still breathing right now. But make no mistake, this matter will be dealt with.” Dimitri took the laptop from Nikolai and turned it to face me.

I stared at the screen, seeing a map of a small town in the middle of nowhere and a bright red dot. “What the fuck am I looking at?”

Dimitri narrowed his eyes, irritation wafting off him. “That’s Illayana. Her location. I’m assembling my men now. I suggest you do the same. We leave in three minutes.”

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