Page 107 of Owned Bratva Bride

“If you’re thinking of denying, you’re signing up for my signature torture, I promise you.”

Danil watched us, a small raise in his usually unmoving eyebrow.

“When did he contact you? Or was it the other way round?” I questioned.

“Look, I didn’t mean for all of this to happen, brother…” he started before I interrupted.

“Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Start talking,” Danil instructed.

“I had some shipments that were stuck, and Lucien offered to help me get them out—”

“Right. Because we don’t have the contacts to help you get them out,” Danil remarked, cutting in.

“No, I…I couldn’t ask you or Eduard for help with them. They were not…just regular goods.”

“What. Is. Lucien’s. Plan?” I cut him off.

“Since the last time failed, he asked me to help his men get into the house this time. The plan was just to take Marielle. He said she had something of his, and he’ll let her go after. He would make it look like she left on her own so Eduard wouldn’t come after him.”

“And you came to confirm the success of your plot,” I pointed out.

“I…I freaked out when Lucien stopped taking my calls after his men left your estate. I came to check, just in case you had gone after him.”

I asked him the last questions I had for him.

“Where did they take her? Did you tell him I was considering looking for her when you left the estate?”

“I don’t know. We’ve not spoken since they took her,” he answered.

Nodding, I brought out my knife.

I ran the blade across his neck before he could move.

Danil turned to me as Oleg’s choked gurgling ended.

“What happens now?”

“I find my wife.”

***

“As much as can be moved. I don’t care if I have to haul them there,” I answered my men.

“Okay, Boss.”

“Yes, Boss.”

“As for the guns, make them triple capacity, not double. I don’t want any delay from packing another round if another set of men needs to come. Speed is crucial once the hit starts. Navarro is more uncultured than any rogue Mafia man you can think of, and that’s why he can’t be under any Mafia. Once he has recovered from the element of surprise, there’s no thinking what he’ll do,” I explained.

The plan was simple: start with Navarro’s biggest warehouse while we waited to find out the exact location where they had Marielle. Give him a small window to get the message and surrender. Invade the location where they kept her if he didn’t.

Killing his men and getting her out would be mere revenge; it was nowhere near enough. He had to have losses substantial enough to remind him never to mess with me or what was mine.

By evening that same day, I had changed clothes at my office and was on my way to Navarro’s warehouse.

“Get as close to the back of the warehouse as possible,” I told Ivan as he turned into another isolated street.