“Adele and Lev were never meant to be married,” he begins. “In fact, Lev was supposed to get married to Alyona Kuznetsova.”
The daughter of the Kuznetsov Mafia in Miami. “A union between them would have been unmatched,” I comment knowing why Maksim would want it. It brings together two of the biggest players in the US.
“But Adele got pregnant and Lev ended up marrying her. Word is she trapped him, but Lev never did deny those rumors, nor did he correct them. Lev adored his child, the moment the suka was pregnant he went all out to protect them.”
“Admitting she trapped him would have put a target on Adele’s back and with her being pregnant, it was a risk Lev couldn’t take.” Whether she trapped him or not didn’t matter. A man like Lev would have done anything to protect his child. Even if the mother is a cunt.
“Lev died—“
I cut him off. “In a shoot-out, yes, I know.”
“No, boss, Lev was killed when three men entered their home to kidnap Yelena. Word on the street is that it was a setup, Lev was meant to die as was Yelena, but Lev wasn’t an easy man to take down. They fucked up and he killed them all.”
My gut is screaming that this is more than it seems. A fucking setup. “Did Adele have anything to do with it?”
There’s a pause and that’s more than enough answer for me. “I’m not sure, boss, they’re just rumors.”
“Send the address to the Babics, get the men, and meet us there.”
“On it, boss.”
I end the call. The anger pounding against my skin is ready to explode. If they’ve touched a hair on Lena’s head, God fucking help them.
“Are you ready for this?” Ilya asks.
I slice my gaze to him. Is he for fucking real? What the hell does he think?
He chuckles. “Stupid question huh?”
“Ilya,” I growl.
He grins. “Yes, boss?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl.
Thankfully he does as I ask and keeps his mouth shut.
The drive to Barton Creek is quiet and the mood is murderous. The anger is simmering on the edge and with each mile that passes by, the more my anger rises and the worse the images of what’s happening to Lena hit me. No one will be safe if they’ve harmed her.
Once we reach the address that Stefan provided, I know instantly that we’re at the right house. Standing guard outside the house, armed to their teeth, are Babics’ men. The moment we get out of the car bullets start flying.
With my gun in hand, and my men at my side, we return fine, taking out anyone who stands between me and my women. Ilya is on my left, a snarl on his lips as he fires at the men that rush out of the house. “How many of these bastards are there?”
I move past the bodies that litter the ground, the majority of them dead, some with bullets between their eyes, some with shots to their hearts. Stefan uses his gun, killing any remaining survivors.
The house is completely bare, the walls are white, there’s no furniture, and no color. Konstantin nods toward the stairs. “There’s people upstairs,” he tells me.
I take the stairs two at a time, knowing without a doubt that’s where these fuckers are keeping Lena.
Ilya, Stefan, and Konstantin are right with me as we reach the top of the stairs. Konstantin opens the doors one by one, with each empty room my chest tightens. There’s only one left and still no sign of Lena.
“Open it.” I demand when we reach the last door. I pull in a breath as Konstantin lifts his foot and kicks the door.
I watch as it splinters and my heart fucking stops when I look into the room and see Lena lying on the filthy bed—bound—her beautiful face bloodied, bruised, and her dress ripped. The fucking animal standing beside the bed, with his pants around his ankles, and cock in his hand.
Bastard. He’s going to die. I’m going to make sure it’s painful.
Ilya kills the other man that is also in the room, his only saving grace is that the fucker was nowhere near Lena when we entered the room.