Page 70 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

I took a deep breath. “I promise she will be home soon.”

Timothy continued to stare up at me. “And you promise you won’t send her away again?” he asked accusingly.

I felt my heart give a little pang. “I promise I won’t send her away. Now let’s get you back to bed.”

Lifting him, I took him back to his bed and sat and watched him as he fell into a deep sleep. Then I headed back down to my office to wallow in my own dark thoughts. I didn’t know what else I could do to find her. I had exhausted almost all of my contacts.

I was halfway down the stairs when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Glancing at the time, I frowned. It was almost midnight, so this best be important.

“What?”

“Club Evo.” The familiar voice of my second in command said as a way of greeting.

Pinching the skin between my eyebrows, I frowned. “What about it?”

I’d heard of it. It was a club in Brooklyn owned by another Bratva family. It was nothing to write home about.

“That’s where she is.”

My head snapped up with such force that I almost lost my footing and fell down the stairs. “What?”

There was a second’s pause, and then I headed back up the stairs to knock on the nanny’s door.

“I’ll be there in—are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said in a quiet voice. “Pretty sure. Do you want us to go in?”

“No.” I ran. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

An hour later, I stood in the shadows opposite the club. Evo was a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, a dive that catered to the lower-end clientele. I hadn’t thought in a million years that the twins would hold her somewhere like this.

They didn’t own it. But I knew the people who did, and they would pay for taking her as well.

“That’s all we know.”

I tore my eyes away from the orange neon light over the Club Evo door and swept them across the men gathered around me. Twenty of them. More than enough to deal with whatever we found behind that metal door.

“Ok. So basement!” I nodded my head and took a step into the road. Cars slammed on their brakes, their horns blaring angrily. Not one of us paid them any attention.

Throwing open the door, I had my gun lifted before the burly bouncer with more muscles than brains realized what had happened. Pressing the muzzle to the middle of his forehead, I forced him backwards.

My men rushed in after me, pushing themselves into the club proper. One took my spot. His gun unwavering as he pressed it to the man’s temple.

“What’s all this about?” The doorman called out after me. Forcing me to pause.

“You know who I am.”

He nodded sharply. “Yeah, I know. Like I know you aren’t at war with—”

I stepped back into him. Lowering my voice to a whisper, I brought our faces close together. “Not at war?” I chuckled. But the sound wasn’t happy. It was sarcastic. “Your boss thought they could hide what is mine from me without repercussions?”

He didn’t say a word, but the first flicker of fear entered his eyes. And at that moment, I knew the truth. He knew she was here and who she was to me.

“You must have known I’d come for her.” And the baby she was carrying, I added silently.

More fear. He definitely knew.

“Have you hurt her?” His eyes widened into saucers.