Page 9 of Used By the Merciless Bratva

I had barely settled back into my office chair when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I uttered.

Luka, my right-hand man, stepped into the office.

“Boss, we have a problem,” he stated, coming to stand across the desk.

“Of course, why else would you be here when you should be at the other warehouse?” I answered, sitting up. “What is it?”

“Kyle Wolfe.”

“Did he arise from the dead? Should I keep guessing?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized before explaining, “his daughter just activated the device attached to the ownership papers.”

“The papers of the holding company in Cyprus?”

“Yes, Boss. We got the alert of her activating it some minutes ago.”

“This is going to be a clusterfuck of problems,” I disclosed, letting out a calming breath.

“Yes, Boss. We have to act immediately.”

I pushed my chair away from the desk, my eyes narrowed in thought. “Do you have eyes on her?” At his nod, I added, “Seize her. Immediately.”

“And then bring her here?”

“Of course not. She’s not a prisoner. Take her to the estate.”

“Okay, Boss.”

“Don’t delay,” I added.

“Sure, Boss,” he answered, nodding.

“Fuck,” I breathed as Luka closed the door.

Ordering Kyle’s daughter’s immediate kidnapping wasn’t the ultimate solution, but it was the best step to take given how crucial speed was in the situation.

***

My eyes were fixed on the monitor in front of me.

She was now conscious.

She kept hitting the door with the heel of her palms, impatience and defiance written all over her features.

Katria Wolfe.

The daughter of the disgraced Bratva enforcer, Kyle Wolfe. A traitor whose end I personally secured several years ago.

Something about how she moved from window to window before resuming her door banging stirred my blood. Her restlessness made me consider calming her down for a minute. If I didn’t know myself enough, I might have said I was uncomfortable about her discomfort.

The reflection of light as Eduard, my older brother, stepped into my home office, tore my eyes away from the monitor. Luka slipped in behind him.

I rose to my feet as Eduard approached one of the couches in the small sitting area to the left of my desk.

“Brother,” I greeted, taking the couch facing his. “I didn’t expect you to show up until you were done at your warehouse.”