“Fuck. Is she alone?” Frowning and not liking it, I shook my head.
“Of course not. Petor drove her there, and he will wait while she spends time with her sister and her fiancé. I’ll join them once this meeting is done. Two enforcers are downstairs making sure no one disturbs them.”
His eyes widened in fear as he tugged on his hair harshly. “We need to get to her, now, Radmir. He is the director.”
My body froze, cold slipping inside me, and my heart stopped beating for a second. “What?”
“John is the director.” He gave me the folder in his hand, which hadMurder Jwritten on it.
I flipped it open. It was filled with various photos of women killed in the same manner, either choked or stabbed, and it was only a few cases that were found. Some of the bodies remained missing, but he always made sure to send some kind of souvenir to the relatives to let them know who had them. FBI couldn’t catch him for years, as he was smart as fuck and never left any traces or DNA.
“And you just delivered Vivian to him on a silver platter.”
A missing puzzle piece that made no sense, a gut feeling I was missing something vital and important.
I’d met John once when he stopped by Vi’s apartment to deliver some stuff from Tina, and I didn’t miss the anger sparkling in his eyes, but I thought it had to do with my position in the Bratva.
A man who had never even crossed my mind during the elimination process, because he seemed so in love with Tina. No criminal record, he had the perfect image on paper. The tattoo was gone from his skin, leaving only an angry red scar with rugged skin. He must have gotten rid of it years ago.
The perfect serial killer obsessed with his victim.
“The hotel. Now!” I shouted, running out of the office and praying to be there in time to save my woman from John’s madness.
I wasn't afraid he’d harm her in any way, because for him, she was probably a goddess who shared his eternal love.
But he wouldn't give her up, because at this point, death would be more acceptable to him than life. And I feared what it would mean for Vivian.
God, please save her.
Radmir
Five huge, black Range Rovers braked to a hard stop by the hotel, blocking the entrance as the security studied us with their mouths hanging open. Michael rushed toward them to explain the situation, and they listened, nodding and then murmuring something in their headphones. He got the needed information, jogged back to us, and it took everything in me to keep my cool, maintain control, and not lose my head with my woman in danger.
She didn't need me reckless; she needed a sovietnik who could save her, and I would never fail my woman.
“They’re on tenth floor, room number 10345. They have informed the staff, who will give us quick access to the floor and the room, and they won’t call for the police, to prevent panic.” He paused and then quickly added, “But they called an ambulance, just in case.” I cracked my fingers but didn't comment while Melissa joined us. She grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me so I would look straight in her eyes.
“Radmir, please don’t kill him. We’ve been searching for him for years! The victims’ families deserve to know where he buried them,” she pleaded, but it did nothing to me.
“My woman is there. I’m barely holding on here, Melissa,” I gritted through my teeth, and Yuri wrapped his hands around her middle, bringing her closer to his chest.
“No,malishka. FBI has no jurisdiction in Russia. This operation will not go according to your rules,” he said and then nodded, as I removed the safety from the gun and took off my shoes, so the fucker wouldn't hear any commotion outside in the hallway.
“Konstanciya, tenth floor,” Vitya spoke on the phone, as she waited for directions on where to set up her vantage point for the best shot. “Radmir, I’m going with you. Michael, stay here. Yuri, control the public and keep the headphones in case we need backup. Gleb, you are going with us.” Then he turned to the pakhan. “Dom, you need to stay here.” I squeezed Dom’s shoulder and his muscle tightened under my hand, because he wanted to be with me but couldn’t.
He had to be here. He was the pakhan of the Bratva.
“Let’s go. We have no time.”
“I’ll go with you,” Alex said from the back, standing next to me as Vitya barked.
“We have no time for fucking civilians, Alex. Step aside.”
He got into Vitya’s face. “Tina is there, and fuck if I’ll stand by and do nothing.”
Not caring in the least for his personal drama when the love of my life was there, I motioned for everyone to follow as we barged inside and took the stairs, because elevators were too risky.
Krasivoglazaya. Hold on.
