Page 104 of Bratva Bride

“You bugged her phone?”

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we can waste time while I explain it to you, or you can move your ass so we can get going.”

I glared, but lucky for him he had a point. No reason to waste even more time than we already had.

“Fine. Vin, gather the men, get them armed and loaded back into the car. We’re going to get my wife back.”

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“Tell me how your father knows exactly where Illayana is,” I demanded, casting my eyes to Lukyan who sat in the passenger seat of the SUV.

I was surprised he chose to ride with us and not his own family. He had even fought Vin for the front seat, literally pushing him to the ground when Vin opened the passenger side door.

Vin now sat in the back seat next to Father, glaring daggers at the back of Lukyan’s head. If looks could kill…

“Did he bug her phone or something?” I asked, following the other SUV in front of me as we merged onto the highway.

I wasn’t 100% sure where we were going, just that the location was somewhere outside a small town on the outskirts of Las Vegas.

“Or something.” Lukyan turned and tapped the back of his neck.

The fuck?

“He buggedher?” I asked incredulously.

“Calm down, it’s not like she doesn’t know about it. We’ve all got em’.”

“Got what exactly?”

“It’s like a little microchip. It’s implanted just beneath the skin. No big deal.”

Vin poked his head into the front section of the car, a frown on his face. “Like what cats and dogs have and shit?”

“Yeah, kinda. It’s a safety measure, in case one of us gets lifted.”

“Lifted?” Father questioned, confused.

“Kidnapped,” Lukyan clarified.

Father sighed and grumbled “young kids and their stupid slang.”

I wouldn’t really call Lukyan ‘young’, but whatever. I switched the car into cruise control and leaned back. “So you’re telling me you all have trackers in the back of your neck that broadcasts your location to your father?”

“You make him sound crazy,” Lukyan laughed. “He’s just a bit protective, that’s all. He got a bit paranoid after our mother was kidnapped. He wasn’t able to find her before she was raped and killed. He decided he wasn’t going to go through that shit again. Hence, tracker.”

I didn’t know how I felt about that. I mean, right now it was coming in handy, but I wasn’t comfortable with Illayana having a microchip in her like she was a fucking animal.

My phone chimed. I picked it up and glanced at it quickly, making sure to keep one eye on the road.

A text message.

Unknown: Your wife sure is a pretty little thing.

Rage poured through me like hot boiling lava and I ground my teeth, squeezing the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Another text message came through. It was a link to a website.

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