“Alina look at me.” I hold her face in my hands, looking in her eyes as she gasps for breath, holding her throat. Her entire body shakes like she’s going into shock and I know I need to get her back to the hotel.
“I’m calling an Uber. Are you guys coming with us?” I announce to everyone and Ella looks between us all nervously and Gigi scoffs at her while shaking her head.
“You’re honestly going to stay here with him?” Gigi questions her furiously.
“I need to find out what the hell happened and why his friend has done this and why he is even friends with a guy like that!” She replies in shock, looking between us all.
“What happened is that his friends are fucking assholes Ella!” Gigi says, pointing to the club.
“I’m just going to go find him and make sure he’s sorting this mess out.”
“What about THIS mess…” Mia speaks up, throwing her hands up in the direction of Alina and I.
“That Finn guy wouldn’t take no for an answer Ella. Willow did the only thing she could do after he attacked Alina. The only mess here to make sure is sorted is getting Alina home safe.” Mia adds as she comes to sit beside Alina and I.
Ella looks around us all before nodding, looking back up towards the doors of the club and then back to us.
“You’re right, I’m sorry guys. Let’s just get the next Uber and get back to the hotel.”
Gigi books the next available ride and I clutch onto Alina like she could evaporate into thin air at any second.
I’ve never seen a guy act so violent towards a woman before, not in real life, not my own experience with it.
Suddenly I’m terrified that we’re here in a city we aren’t familiar with, that’s being paid for by men none of us know apart from Ella, and even she now seems scared about what’s happened.
The sooner this weekend is over, the better.
Chapter Forty One
Dragna
My knuckles split open further and blood pours down my arms, mixing with the sweat dripping to the floor from all over my body.
The bag hanging in front of me is in pieces from the onslaught of the beating it’s taken over the past day but I don’t stop or slow down. I can’t stop, because every time I do I’m reminded of the little dot that’s been flashing on my phone showing Willow still in her hotel room. She’s taken the necklace with her, but it’s obvious she hasn’t been fucking wearing it.
Who knows where she was last night, where she is now, who she is with or if she is safe.
My men have left me alone, even Lev has steered clear of me since I figured this out. All of them know they’d be dead within a second of opening their fucking mouths for trying to talk sense into me.
Willow’s so far away from me and I hate it. On top of that, Nikolai tried to dig deeper into the car that’s been following Willow and we still can’t find anything, not even CCTV has picked it up. The only images and videos on CCTV are Andrei’s car, but the replica is a complete ghost.
Someone is fucking with us, fucking with Willow and for the first time in my life, I feel helpless and have no control over the situation. It’s why I lost it that night of the meeting and told her the truth.
I hit the bag again screaming out in frustration at this whole situation and the fact she left for Boston on bad terms. When shecomes home, I need to find a way to sit down with her. I’ll tell her everything she wants to know. She’ll never be in the dark about this life or my business from here on out.
“She’s with her friends Dragna.” I say out loud to myself as I rest against the bag. I inhale deeply
“She’ll be fine. She’ll be safe.” I say as I exhale. The past won’t… no, it can’t happen again.
I step back and hit the bag again and suddenly I get flashbacks of that night at my grandfathers estate.
My mother holding the bodies of my little cousins, my grandfather holding my aunt Maya and me holding back a six year old Lev from running outside while he broke down in my arms, having lost the woman and girls he loved most in this world.
I roar as I punch the bag again and again and again.
My entire body trembles as the flashbacks turn to distorted views of it being Willows body and me holding her. I have a sudden gut feeling I can’t control or shut down and it isn’t just because of the images my mind is creating. I just know that something’s wrong.
I grab my phone from the floor and check the tracker again to see Willows location. At least I know what hotel she’s at.
