I started crying hysterically as my surroundings rapidly darkened to a pinpoint.
Chris, I need you… Please save me…
10
Slay
That son of a bitch pulled a gun on her. I squeezed the binoculars as I watched the scene unfold and seethed.
If he hurt her, I would kill him.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t want to take my eyes off Cass or the elderly couple that just passed her and the Russian. But I was expecting to hear from Wolf, so I kept watching my girl and removed my devise.
“This is Slay.”
“Sorry to take so long to call. Have you seen Alek?”
“Wolf, right?’
“Yes.”
“I have eyes on Alek right now. He’s got a gun pointed at my woman.” Regardless of what Cass believed, she would always be my woman. Might was well address her as such.
“Kozlov Bratva runs a mail order bride business. American women bought as wives for men in other countries. It’s illegal.”
“Obviously. There’s no way in hell Cass would voluntarily agree to be sold as a wife to any man.” Like I knew mail order brides was a thing but in San Diablo? It sounded crazy.
“Some women do,” Wolf replied, plainly. Never met him before and I knew very little about him, only that he was Russianand married to an Italian Mafia princess up in Canada. But Jefe trusted Storm, who said Wolf was a straight shooter.
“Not my Cass.”
“That’s fair. I spoke to my brother who lived in Russia until a couple of years ago, and he knew about Kozlov’s business. He’s not sure why he would be after a prominent business owner. Usually, he takes women nobody would notice missing, cleans them up and puts them on the dark web to be bid on.”
“Jesus, Christ! He just shoved Cass into the backseat. Where will he take her?”
“I don’t know. Again, he doesn’t work in small towns. She must not have been part of the plan.”
“I need to go!” I ended the call and got on the Bluetooth speaker. “Do not lose them,” I told my crew as the BMW pulled away from the curb.
“I’m on them,” Tequila replied.
“Me too,” Dom said next.
Both men had a prospect with them. El Jefe was waiting on the north side of town. It was the only road out of San Diablo and Quino was on the south exit.
But there was no way in hell I’d let them get that far. I ran to my Harley that had been idling in the alley, jumped on it and raced down Main Street after them.
I couldn’t lose Cass like this, with a criminal snatching her off the street. It could have been a fluke that she’d met Alek. Maybe he genuinely liked her. But I knew in my gut there was another player involved and I had a feeling it was Deputy Mitchell.
“Fuck!” I yelled at the top of my lungs to burn off some tension. “Fuck!”
“They just blew through the intersection at Green Street,” Tequila said. “They’re picking up speed. They’ve gotta know we’re onto them.”
“I’m sure they do.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Block the road,” I told him.
