Page 106 of Owned Bratva Bride

It was 6:00 a.m., and I was walking into the warehouse. My men were working on getting the location of Navarro’s properties. Marielle had to be in one of them. It would soon be time to go get her, but waiting at the house was driving me crazy.

“And?” I prompted.

“The number exchanged frequent calls with Sir Oleg,” he dropped, his tone cautious.

I was taken aback.

“Oleg Yezhov?”

“Yes, Boss. They’ve been in correspondence for weeks.”

“And then he showed up yesterday…” I muttered.

“There were no texts, just calls.”

I turned around.

“Leonid! To Oleg’s warehouse,” I instructed.

Nodding, he ran ahead of me to open the door.

“Boss, we have the maps of Navarro’s properties. Most are in Chicago,” Harry reported, meeting me at the car door.

“Good. I’ll be back.”

I had always thought the mole was someone in my ranks. I expected it would be one of my men’s boys. What I didn’t expect was for it to be one of the Yezhovs. All this while, the black sheep had been so close, and I had no idea.

It didn’t hurt; it angered me to no end.

I walked into Oleg’s warehouse, not sparing his men a glance. Leonid shoved the man guarding his office away, and I entered. What I found was a briefcase on his table.

No Oleg.

I came outside and was about to ask his men where he was when I saw him. He was walking out of his store with Danil, laughing.

Definitely going to be his last laugh.

Ignoring their greetings, I grabbed Oleg by the throat, his pupils dilating in surprise.

I pushed him until his back was touching the metal wall of the building.

“Brother,” Danil called, looking between us. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll tell me everything you and Navarro discussed,” I rasped.

His startled expression turned to fear.

“What?! Lucien Navarro?” Danil asked, facing Oleg. “You spied?”

“She didn’t leave willingly, did she? You helped his men get into my estate. What exactly did you both plan?”

“Wait, who is she?” Danil asked.

“Navarro’s men took Marielle last night,” I explained. “And this betrayer showed up at the estate, spewing trash about wanting to say hello. He knew.”

“They have her?” He turned to Oleg, “What exactly was your role in all of this?”

When he still didn’t talk, I let him go and punched his nose. Blood dripped down as he looked up at me.