Page 78 of Forced & Owned By the Bratva Boss

My body convulses as my release crashes over me, shattering my voice into a high, breathless cry.

As if hearing my release broke his final thread of control, Igor buries himself inside of me and lets out a deep, guttural roar, his body stiffening as his own climax rips through him.

After he empties inside me, he collapses against me, his chest heaving and his heart hammering wildly against my chest. Neither of us moves until I hear the sound of my phone beeping.

I raise my head to look at Igor. “Is that my phone?”

He nods. “I got you a new one and had your data transferred. Don’t worry, I didn’t look through it. I respect your privacy.”

I giggle. I wouldn’t have minded if he didn’t. “Can you pass it to me?”

“Of course.” He kisses the crook of my neck before pushing up and reaching for my phone on the nightstand.

“Thank you,” I say after I take the phone from him. When I open the message, the air in my lungs turns to solid lead. A cold, violent shudder ripples down my spine, leaving me frozen.

It’s a text from Serrano.

Pictures of my mother’s house. And…oh God, no.

Igor’s eyes are on mine, filled with concern. “What is it?”

“It’s Serrano.” A wave of nausea hits me so hard I’m literally gasping for oxygen. “He has my brother.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Audrey

When we arrive at my mother’s place, my heart is pounding so hard that it feels like it’s going to break through my chest.

Three black SUVs screech to a stop behind us before I’ve even unbuckled my seatbelt. Igor is out of the car first. He circles the car, grabs my wrist, and leads me toward the front door while Dimitri and half a dozen bratva soldiers spread across the property with their guns drawn.

The front door is hanging crookedly from one side when we climb up the porch. It’s broken down the middle and barely hanging by a single hinge, moving with the wind.

Every pane of glass in the first-floor windows is shattered. Broken glass is spread all around the garden in a sparkling mess.

Two hours ago, we were still on the yacht. After I received the message from Serrano, I called my mother, and the second I heard her frantic voice over the phone, I knew I had to go to her.

She kept yelling about how they took my younger brother. He’s supposed to be in Manhattan, not Miami.

My mind drifts to Mathew and how Serrano didn’t hesitate to kill him.

Oh God, I can’t handle another loss. I’d never be able to live with myself if anything happened to my brother because of me.

We push the door open, and after Sergei clears the area, I run inside, screaming for my mother. “Mom?” My voice echoes through the wreck Serrano left behind, and panic claws at my chest when she doesn’t answer immediately. “Mom!”

I rush toward the kitchen only to freeze in the doorway.

She’s sitting on the floor against one of the cabinets. It’s only been two hours, yet her eyes are red and swollen from crying and her shirt is stained with tears.

One side of her face is swollen, already turning an ugly shade of purple, and her entire body is trembling so violently that my heart breaks just looking at her. I feel sad, guilty, and angry all at once.

“Mom.” I fall to my knees beside her, wrapping my arms around her neck. “Mom.”

She looks at me for a second before breaking down completely. “Audrey.” Her voice is hoarse from crying. “They took him. They took your brother.”

“I know.” I take her hand, rubbing it gently to soothe her. “We’ll find him, and we’ll bring him back.”

I don’t give a flying fuck if I have to walk into the devil’s den myself. I’m not losing my brother to a piece of shit like Serrano. I can’t.