“Where the fuck is Katerina?” I scream, slamming into him with the full force of my weight. He drops to the ground with me on his chest. I lift my fist to break his nose, but the expression on his face makes me pause.
He’s confused.
Why the fuck would he be confused?
Artur’s brow is furrowed deeply. He stops fighting completely and holds up his hands beneath me. “You don’t know where Kat is?” he asks, his voice strained.
“No, you took her,” I snap.
“I didn’t take her, Yulian. What the fuck are you talking about? Where the fuck is my sister?”
I climb off him and crouch on my knees, catching my breath. Artur sits up, rubbing the side of his jaw. “Kat was taken?” he growls.
“She was taken an hour ago. I thought it was you, so I came straight here. If it wasn’t you, then…” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. I’ve wasted time.
Artur leaps to his feet. “We’ll track her phone?” he says.
“Whoever took her made her leave it behind,” I say.
“Fuck. What about…”
My phone vibrates loudly in my back pocket, interrupting his thought. I pull it out, hoping it’s news.
“Hello?” I snap, pressing it against the side of my head and turning away from Artur because I can’t bear the sight of him.
“Sir, we found some footage from one of the surrounding security cameras. We’re just downloading an image now. I’llsend it to your phone. You can see her walking out with one man and then a team of guards behind him.”
“Do you know the man?”
“No, sir, we were hoping you might. But in the meantime, we are going to run facial recognition on him.”
“Send the image,” I snap, hanging up.
“What’s going on?” Artur demands.
“Security footage coming through. An image of the man who took her.”
“Show me!” he snarls.
“I’m fucking waiting for the image, you fucking idiot,” I hiss.
My phone chimes, and we both stare at it as I flick through the message.
The picture fills my screen, and Artur and I both groan at the same time.
“You fucking asshole,” I snarl. “It’s Mikhail. The man you expected your sister to marry. You caused this. You put her in danger.”
“No, you put her in danger by stealing her from her family and canceling that arrangement.”
“Look at that guy, he’s a brute. Why the hell would you do that to her?”
Artur steps towards me again as though he wants to punch me.
I snarl and clench my fist. “Come on, you’ll only end up on the floor again.”
“For fuck’s sake. This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Artur huffs.
“Where is Mikhail? Where does he stay?”
