Nikolai
Iglance at my watch once again. I can’t wait around any longer.
“What’s going on?” Ilya asks with a frown.
“Find where Lena is, and do it now,” I say with a fuck of a lot more composure than I feel. She messaged me almost an hour ago telling me she’d be here soon and she’s not. So where the hell is she?
He immediately steps away and makes a call. I reach for my cell and hit Yelena’s number yet again. But just like the last fifteen times, it goes to voicemail. “Malenkaya, call me.”
I—“ The edge to Ilya’s tone has me bracing. “She’s not at the house, her cell is and there’s been signs of a struggle.”
I’m moving to the door before he even finishes telling me, he’s hot on my heels. “Ilya, get me the footage,” I demand, I want to know what the fuck happened in my house.
I slide into the backseat of the car and Ilya hands me his cell phone. Konstantin is driving, but I know that he’s listening to see what’s happened.
“I’ve loaded it up for you, I’ve yet to see it,” he says, his tone tight, he’s waiting for me to explode.
Every one of my men know that Yelena is mine and that nothing should ever harm her. I made it clear the night the bastard drugged her in hopes of luring her out of the club where he could rape her. I made a statement that night—Yelena is off-limits.
I press play and my kitchen comes into view. Yelena’s typing into her phone and I know by the time stamp that she’s messaging me. The moment that Adele walks into the room, the anger on her face is more than enough to let me know that she’s the reason as to why my woman is gone.
“I want word spread—“ I growl, barely able to contain the anger that’s rushing through me as I watch the bitch hit Lena over the head knocking her unconscious. “—that Adele is to be found. I want her alive. She knows where Lena is and I want my woman back within the hour.” The bitch grabs Yelena’s feet and pulls her through the house.
Konstantin nods as Ilya reaches for his cell and spreads the word. “We’ll find her,” Ilya assures me.
“In what state?” I hiss, unable to believe that Adele has done this.
He’s silent for a moment. “Who would she go to? Adele’s been fucking around with a lot of the major players. Who’s the one that she’d be stupid enough to go to for help?”
“There’s one person that may know.“ I murmur as I reach for my cell and dial a number that I haven’t used before.
“Nikolai Vasiliev,” the older man answers after a few moments. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Maksim, Yelena’s been taken,” I tell him without sugarcoating it. “She and Adele were arguing and then the bitch hit her over the head, she was unconscious when Adele dragged her from the house.”
“Shlyushka,” he growls. “That suka.” I hear his hushed whispers to someone beside him. “Nikolai, what are you doing with my granddaughter?”
“She’s mine,” I tell him, not in the mood for chitchat. “Where would that suka take her?”
“There’s a reason why Lena was sent to Austin. We knew someone had betrayed us, someone had given Lena’s name as The Bullet, she had an idea who it was, I doubted her but after this—“
“Maksim, why are you talking in riddles?” I snap, pissed that he’s not getting direct to the point.
“Lena believes that Adele gave the Babics her name and they took her. She managed to escape, but not before killing three of their men. If Adele is working with anyone, it would be the Croats.”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve found her,” I tell him and end the call. “Konstantin, where are the Babics?”
“I haven’t heard that they’re in town,” he replies. “Let me call Stefan, he has a man on the inside.”
“I’ll call,” I grit out. Needing to do fucking something.
“Boss?” he answers instantly.
“Where are the Babics?” I demand. “Tell me you know where they are.”
“Boss, they’re in Barton Creek, they arrived four days ago.”
Relief washes through me now that I know where they are. “I want an address, and, Stefan, I need to know what you have found out about Adele.” I spoke to him this morning, we have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. Whatever he’s found out about that bitch, I want to know right now.