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Denis panted, his eyes wide with panic.“A-At a farm.I don’t know anything else, I swear.Boris told Irinia he had a place ready for Mila.I know he bought something outside the city but I never saw it.”

Ghost scrutinized Denis’s expression.The fear pinching his features, the tremors of his body, the stench of body odor.

“I think he’s tellin’ the truth,” August said.

No one else said anything, but he didn’t need confirmation from his colleagues.He needed a motherfucking address.

And he wouldn’t quit until he got it.

Ghost pulled the trigger.The bullet entered Denis’s flesh and hit the bone with a sharpcrack.

Denis’s mouth twisted.Ghost held his finger to his lips, reminding him what would happen if he screamed.

The man’s coloring changed rapidly.The blood drained from his face, leaving his skin pale, then sickness took hold, turning him green then gray as he flopped on his back against the wall.Blood oozed from his leg.

“I appreciate your honesty,” Ghost finally said.“But I need a lot fucking more.You’d better think quickly about where that farm might be before I shoot your other leg.”

Rami clamped a hand on Ghost’s shoulder.“Bro.I think he needs a sec.”

Ghost jerked out of his friend’s hold and stood, meeting Rami eye to eye.“I don’t have a fucking second and neither does Mila.”

Rami raised his hands.“I get that, but if you keep shooting him, he’s gonna pass out and be no good to you.”

“He’s no good to me without a goddamn address.”

“Wait a second.”Brick scratched his stubble.“Gimme his phone.”

Ghost passed it over.

Brick flicked through the mostly empty device.“He was texting his buddy.I assume that’s the asshole who took Mila.”

“Yeah.”Ghost worked his hand over his face, his patience shallow.

“We can trace his friend’s number,” Zain said.“See what cell tower it pinged off last.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Brick said.

Zain shrugged.“It’s a start.”

Ghost nodded.“Do it.”

Irinia’s team was as professional as they came.These weren’t your run-of-the-mill criminals.These were elite assassins, for being clean, covering their tracks...and never slipping up.

His only hope was that Irinia’s emotional attachment to the situation would make her misstep.If not, they might never find Mila.

His chest tightened.Denis’s words rushed through him:It’s a matter of reprogramming.And it ain’t pretty.

Ghost’s legs weakened.If they touched her, hurt her, he’d burn down the fucking world.

CHAPTER 25

“No!Stop.”Milahated the plea in her voice.How weak she sounded.She couldn’t even muster the strength to yell.

Shock had stolen her fight.

She sat on the wooden floor of the barn.Hay strewn around her.Her pulse revved up with panic as Irinia nodded at one of the men to wind the crank again.Every muscle in her body screamed.Her arms throbbed and her neck and shoulders were on fire.

The chain that was threaded through the shackles on her wrist rattled as the spool overhead rolled it up.A sob caught in her throat.