Page 62 of Cruel Bratva King
“Tell me where she is,” I growled through the rumbling in my chest. I was blind with the rage searing through me and would kill anyone right now if I had to. I didn’t give a fuck. “Where’s my wife?”
“I saw her come in, but she wasn’t here when I came out. I swear.”
Pressing the knife tighter against her skin, I asked, “Did you hear anyone else come in.”
She shook her head. “No. No one did.”
“What the hell are you doing to my guest, Sergey?”
I whirled my head to the door at the sound of Paul’s voice and found a small crowd standing there, most of them stunned while the others watched in amusement.
“My wife suddenly went missing, and everyone here is a dead man if I don’t find her within the next five minutes.”
“Relax. I’m sure she’s somewhere around, or maybe she ran off with her love.” He quickly added, “I didn’t mean that insultingly, but it isn’t uncommon for women to run away at the slightest gleam of freedom.”
If that was an attempt to calm me down, he’d only just succeeded in making me angrier. Lilianna wouldn’t do that to me, would she? We’d started off on the wrong foot, but we’d grown into accepting each other.
She wouldn’t have put a charade to trick me so she could run off when I was unsuspecting, or maybe her accepting our marriage was all in my head, and she’d been planning her escape since the night I made her my wife.
There was only one way to find out.
I unhanded the lady’s neck and shoved her to the door towards the door. Then I scrutinized the walls and ceilings for a sign of CCTV. My eyes finally landed on one, and it subsided some of the anger that brewed in me.
Pointing to the camera, I asked, “Does that work?”
One of the hoteliers standing by the door pushed through the crowd. “It works. The control room is five floors above this one.”
“Take me there.”
We took the elevator to the floor with the control room. Once we were inside, I took control of the devices in the room. My fingers roamed over the mouse before I started clicking and scrolling aggressively to the time Lilianna went to the bathroom.
My chest constricted when I saw her walk into the restroom and disappear into one of the toilets. She was out a minute later, washed her hand, and pulled out a powder from her purse. Just as she applied her powder, a dark figure in oversized sweatpants and sweatshirt loomed behind her. His face was hidden beneath the cap on the sweatshirt.
He grabbed Lilianna from behind and covered her nose with a kerchief. My pulse switched with each passing second of the video as I watched Lilianna struggle to fight him off until she couldn’t. When she went limp in his arms, he threw her unconscious body over his shoulder and carried her out of the restroom.
Anger vibrated in my veins. I had many enemies, but only one of them would dare to play a game like this one with me. Snatching my phone from my pocket, I pulled up Giovanni’s number and called him.
“Sergey.” His whimper of a voice echoed with fake friendliness. “It’s so good to hear your voice. I’m curious, are you calling because you realized you made a wrong move double-crossing me, or do you miss your sweet little wife already?”
He has her. Fucking bastard.
My voice trembled with fury as I threatened, “Touch her, and I’ll be eating pelmeni from your skull by tomorrow.”
Giovanni laughed, his wickedness searing from his voice. “I don’t think you’re in the position to make threats, my friend. Meet me at Pietro Manor. It’s not your wife I’m after. It’s you.” The line went dead.
My fingers squeezed tightly around my phone with enough force to crack the screen. My view turned red, and I was seconds away from going berserk with undiluted rage.
I was thirsty for Italian blood.
Chapter 28 - Lilianna
The minute I woke up, I groaned from the pain shooting through me. My head felt like it was splitting in two equal halves, the rest of my body throbbing from the stabbing ache stirring through me.
I guessed the pain was proof that I wasn’t dead. Not yet, at least.
My vision was darkened by a piece of fabric tied around my eyes, and when I tried to move, the realization that I was bound to my chair hit my gut. My legs, torso, and hands were constricted to the chair I was sitting in. It was so tight it threatened to cut off my blood flow.
Fear clenched like a tight fist around me, my heart thudding louder and louder.