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Czar

It’s taking to fucking long. She should have been here an hour ago.

I look at my cell, and then I see the security app flashing. My heart stops and starts pounding so damn fast it’s hard to breathe. I close my eyes, inhale deeply, and exhale.

Mia was at her house and her mother wasn’t there, she took off. I grind my molars and look at the security video.

Fuck!

Some motherfuckers took Mia, my woman. How fucking dare they touch her.

“Brat, come with me. Some fuckers took Mia from her house,” I hiss, pushing off my chair.

“What’s going on,” Pakhan says, turning to look at me.

I open my mouth, but I can’t talk. My throat is fucking closed up.

“Brat, Mia hasn’t arrived. The security video shows that two svoloch’ took her from her house,” Anatoly says, looking at me.

“Fuck! Let’s go get her,” Pakhan says, pushing off his chair.

I shake my head, gasping for air. I inhale and exhale, and then I try to speak.

“You stay here with Valentina. I’m going with some Soldiers, and Anatoly will help us locate her,” I say, inhaling deeply.

“Okay, take all of the Soldiers you need, and keep me updated,” Pakhan says.

“Please bring Mia back,” Valentina says, blinking to clear the tears from her eyes.

“Da. Pakhan, talk to Conti. I want him to know that I’m keeping her with me,” I huff, pressing my lips tight.

“Da, I will,” Pakhan says, nodding.

“Let’s go. I have the Soldiers waiting and the location that the fuckers took her to. It was the Magee Mob that took her, Anatoly says.

“Stupid svoloch’ doesn’t have a clue that they just started a fucking war,” Pakhan hisses.

“Pakhan, I’m going to kill that svoloch’,” I utter through clenched teeth.

“Da, do what you need to do,” Pakhan says, nodding.

I walk out of the club with Anatoly. We get into the Range Rover, and the Soldiers follow. I don’t have the headspace to deal with the attack plan. Anatoly is taking care of everything because my main focus is getting Mia from that svoloch’.

We arrive at the Magee Mob’s warehouse, one of the three that we had searched on our mission to take the girls from them.

Anatoly turns off the lights and parks on the side street a block away. The Soldiers park the SUVs scattered around the block of the warehouse. The Soldiers know how to be effective, quick, and stealthy.

I get out of the Range Rover and pull my Glock from my holster. I walk to the building, listening to the Soldier's chatter. Anatoly instructs them to be careful, to look for Mia, and kill the sukas.

I walk inside the warehouse with the Soldiers, and I run to the back room. I hear Mia yelling.

“Help me! Let me go. Help! Help!”

“Shut the fuck up,” yells a man.

My heart pounds in my chest so fucking hard I gasp for air. I inhale deeply and exhale, running to the door. I kick the door open and run inside with my Glock ready to shoot.

“Don’t touch her,” I yell, aiming at him.

“What the fuck,” the man shouts, turning to look at me.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Ah, it’s you, the fucker that dared take our merchandise and set the fucking warehouse on fire, and the bastard that’s fucking my woman,” the man yells, pointing at me.

Yeah, I know it’s the Magee Mob that took Mia, but who the fuck is this motherfucker.

“Who the fuck are you,” I shout, aiming at his fucking face, ready to shoot him between the eyes.

“I’m fucking Nolan Magee, motherfucker! I’m your worse fucking nightmare because I’m going to make your fucking life miserable. First, I’m going to fuck this whore in front of you, sell her to my South American client, and then I’m skinning you alive,” Magee grins and glances at Mia.

That’s his fucking mistake.

Huge mistake.

I shot the svoloch’ between the eyes, and the fucker falls right on his face breaking his nose.

Anatoly runs into the room and looks at the fucker and Mia.

“Mia, are you okay,” I yell, running to her. I cut off the plastic ties pulling her into my arms, holding her close.

“Oh my god! You came for me,” Mia cries, holding me tight.

“Baby girl, I’m always going to come for you. You’re mine, my everything,” I say, kissing her.

I pull away; her eye is starting to swell, and I inspect her face. The fucking bastard. I run my hands over her body, checking her out.

“The bastard didn’t hurt you?”

“He didn’t touch me, but his thugs did hit me,” Mia sniffles, wiping her tears.

“Brat, we need to get out of here. The Soldiers killed the fuckers that were hiding at the back of the building. We need to light up the night,” Anatoly says.

“Da.”

I pull Mia into my arms, and we walk out of the warehouse. We don’t bother waiting to see it go up in flames.

Anatoly drives us back home to our apartment. I take Mia to my room and into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, take off her clothes, and then mine. We walk into the shower, and I bathe her, looking into her eyes.

“Baby girl, I love you.”

Mia blinks, her eyes tear up, and she smiles.

“I love you.”

“I’m going to talk to Conti, and I don’t give a fuck if he approves; we’re going to get married,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.

“Are you serious? Don Elio will get pissed off,” Mia says, wide-eyed.

“Da, he will, but he has no choice but to accept it,” I say, kissing her softly.

“Ah. . . are you sure you want to marry me?”

I gaze into her eyes, feeling her soul, and nod.

“Yes, Baby girl, you’re all mine,” I say in a low voice.

“Czar. I’m pregnant,” Mia whispers, looking at me.

My fucking heart stops, and I swear that today feels like I might die from a fucking heart attack.

Fuck me!

Mia is pregnant.

With my child.

Hell yes!

“Baby girl, I love you. I’m thrilled that we’re having a baby,” I say, cupping her face.

“For real?”

“Yes, for real,” I whisper, kissing her.

“Babe, are you sure that you want to talk to Don Elio,” Mia whispers, looking around the house.

“Da, Conti knows that I went after you and killed the bastard,” I say in a low voice, looking at her.

“Oh, yeah, but he doesn’t know about us,” Mia says, chewing her lip.

I rest my hands on her shoulders and gaze into her eyes.

“Baby girl, he knows because Pakhan talked to him this morning. I need to talk to him,” I say, moving my hand to cup her soft, smooth cheek.

Mia stares at me wide eyed, her golden brown eyes are so expressive, full of trust and love for me. She inhales, and exhales, nodding.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Mia says in a low voice.

“Okay,” I say, smiling.

I take her hand lacing our fingers. We walk to Conti’s office door, and I knock.

“Enter,” Conti yells.

Fuck!

He’s not happy.

I open the door, and we walk inside, and close the door. We walk up closer to his desk and stop. I look at him, waiting for him to start talking.

Don Elio Conti sits at his desk, leaning back into his dark burgundy leather tuff chair. He grabs his cigar and takes a drag, looking at us. He exhales, and the smoke swirls around him.

Mia starts swaying; she holds onto my arm. I look down at her, looking into her eyes.

“Are you okay,” I ask.

“Yes, just a little dizzy. Ahhhhh. . excuse me,” Mia moans, running to the door.

“What the hell,” Conti grumbles.

I ignore the fucker.

Mia pulls the door open and vomits all over the tiled floor. I walk over to her, pulling back her silky brown hair from her face.

“Baby,” I say, rubbing her back.

“Oh my, this is so embarrassing,” Mia whimpers, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, Don Elio.”

Mia looks at Conti, blinking her eyes to stop the tears.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure that it will be cleaned up,” I say, taking her hand.

Conti picks up his cell phone and slides his fingers over the screen.

Within a minute, a maid is cleaning up the floor.

I walk Mia over to the armchair, and she sits down. I look at Conti, raising my brow.

“Do you have any tissues and water,” I ask.

“At the bar,” Conti says, pointing at the bar at the corner of the room.

I walk over to the bar, look around, and grab the wipes and water bottle. I return, pull the wipe, and hand it to her. I watch her clean her face and toss the wipe on the coffee table. I twist off the cap from the water bottle and hand it to her. She takes some sips of water.

The maid finishes cleaning up and closes the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Conti says, looking at us.

“Conti, Mia is pregnant,” I say, standing tall.

“What the fuck! You’re a fucking bastard for taking advantage of my trust,” Conti yells, pointing at me.

“It wasn’t my intent to disrespect you. I met Mia, and I knew that she was it. She’s mine. She’s having my baby, a Bratva baby. I wasn’t playing with her. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow you to hand her over to any motherfucker,” I hiss, fisting my hands.

“Allow? You son of bitch! She’s my niece, and I can do what the fuck I want,” Conti hisses, lowering his eyelids.

“That’s fucking rich! Yeah, she’s your niece, so fucking treat her with respect and not a fucking object to use to bargain for your Cosa Nostra Mafia ambitions! I’m the Bratva Spy, second in command, and I’m going to marry her,” I utter in a low, deadly voice.

“You crazy motherfucker! You can count yourself lucky that your Pakhan had already discussed the terms for this marriage and that I find them agreeable, plus that you killed that bastard, Magee. Now, I want you to take out the Magee Mob boss, Hugh Magee, which would be beneficial to both the Cosa Nostra and Bratva. Your Pakhan agreed to those terms,” Conti growls, gathering his brows.

“I’m glad that we have a mutual agreement. I’m going to take Mia with me because I don’t want to risk those bastards taking her again, and you don’t seem to care to have Soldiers protecting her,” I hiss, grinding my molars.

“Fine, but you will marry her ASAP,” Conti says, staring at us.

“Yeah, I’ll make arrangements for the wedding, and it’s going to be the day that she selects because she deserves to have the wedding of her dreams, got it,” I say, raising my brow.

“Perfect, just make sure to marry soon,” Conti says, walking to his desk.

“I’ll plan the wedding for the week after Valentina marries,” Mia says.

“Bene,” Conti says.

“Conti, no worries. No one is going to stop me from marrying Mia,” I say, taking Mia’s hand.

I look at her, and she smiles with fucking sparkles in her eyes.

We walk out of the office and out of that fucking house.