Page 98 of Marked (Russian Sinners 1)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Dimitry

Iglanced over the terrace and saw Anastasia talking to Natasha and her mother. I worked on finishing my business with Misha quickly. Boris was spotted in Moscow yesterday by Sergei and one of our men, and he just reported back during the ceremony. Sergei followed him but lost his trail by the private airport. He checked all flight logs but no record of Boris Jovanov. That didn’t surprise me at all. Since he was a wanted man, he wouldn’t travel under his real name.

I looked over the log and there was one flight log that was alarming. I looked at Misha and he had exactly the same thought. There aren’t many flights to this side of the country, and this one was a privately hired jet.

All my senses blazed in a warning alarm. I raised my eyes again in search of Anastasia. I found Natasha and her mother but no Anastasia.

Without a word to Misha, I rushed to Natasha and Misha was right behind me.

“Natasha, where is Anastasia?” My question came out harsher than it should, scaring the shit out of the young woman. Misha took his young bride in his arms, and I couldn’t blame him. “I apologize.” It wasn’t her fault there was a lunatic after my woman.

“She said you and her were leaving. Last I saw, Vlad handed her your car keys, talked to her, and then she walked out.”

“Where is Vlad?” I bellowed, rage and dread mixing in my gut. The women scurried away and Misha whispered a few words to his wife then she nodded and went with her mother.

I knew I was a bastard. This was their wedding. “Misha, go with your wife,” I told him in Russian. I could barely keep my rage at bay. I was seeing red from fury. I told my woman I would keep her safe and one of my own men could have endangered her.

“No, I’ll help you find her. When she is safe with you, I’ll be back. Natasha understands.”

I nodded, there was no sense in wasting time.

I spotted Damir and motioned for him to come over.

As soon as he was in front of me, I didn’t waste any time. “Where is the Rover?” I asked him. “I need my keys,” I barked out.

When we arrived earlier, Damir took all vehicles to park strategically to ensure we could leave in a hurry if needed. And fuck if we didn’t need to leave in a hurry but my woman was gone.

“Dimitry, Vlad said you asked him for the keys,” Damir’s voice was hesitant, although without trace of deceit, and I knew my mistake.

Vlad was the traitor, the one feeding us bad info. He was behind all this. I should have known better than to trust his acceptance of shutting down all illegal operations. Just as he backstabbed Boris, he turned against us.

Fury burning inside me was nothing compared to the dreadful fear I felt at losing my woman. This anguish was so potent it would bring me to my knees but I had to stay strong now. I had to find her.

“Your Range Rover’s tracker shows the car almost at your house but it’s stopped.”

Before he was done speaking, I was behind the wheel of one of the other vehicles, driving like crazy towards my house. Misha called one of the guards left behind at the house to check if Anastasia got there. She still wasn’t back home.

“Tell him to check the location of the Rover.” My voice was a harsh command but I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t get where I was by being considerate. Nothing mattered to me but her. She was my life.

“He’ll stay on the phone,” Misha murmured. It took the guard two minutes to get to the Rover signal location. Two fucking minutes but it seemed like eternity. I clenched my teeth hard, furious. When I got my hands on Vlad, I would rip his neck with my bare hands.

I heard the yell of the guard and knew shit was bad. Misha put him on speakerphone.

“The car is smashed, totalled,” he was speaking in rushed, anguished tones. Dread was like a lead in my stomach as I pressed the gas harder. “Looks like someone ran into it, twice, and it rolled off the road. I’ll check if there is a body.”

I was barely holding it together. My skin tightened all across my body, my blood boiled. My rage and hunger for revenge were the only thing pushing me at this moment. We came to a spot on the road, barely a mile from my place. The Rover was upside down, smashed, barely recognizable.

I skidded the vehicle to a halt and was out of it just as Damir climbed back to the road. “She’s not there.” Thank God. “There are foot tracks. Two sets. Both too large to belong to a female. It looks like they carried her away.”

Misha must have been thinking the same as me. “They wouldn’t have taken her if she was-”

“Da.”

Damir handed me her phone and her purse. The Rover wasn’t the only thing with the tracker.

“Her necklace has a tracker,” I told them. I quickly pulled out my phone and saw the blinking light moving. “We’ll split. Damir, I’ll take your rifle and any weapons you have in your car.”

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