Page 66 of Midnight Sanctuary
“Fair warning: based on the dirt I dug up about this Drozdov fucker, he’s nothing but a middleman. He buys girls in the rings and then sells them to wealthy foreign fucks. It’s likely that Polly isn’t at this location. But I’m hoping that there may be someone there who can tell us who Drozdov sold her to.”
“She’s there,” I growl. “I can feel it.”
From my peripheral vision, I can see Dimiv looking at me with a sympathetic expression. I know I probably sound delusional, but blind hope is all I have at the moment.
It’s all any of us have.
The minutes tick past and soon, we’re pulling off the highway. My body is tight with tension. I’m holding the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles have turned white.
“How’s Lev?” asks Dimiv.
“Trying to distract me?”
“Yes. I do genuinely want to know. But yes, I’m trying to distract you.”
I chuckle quietly. “It’s a long story. Same as always in many ways: same hardships, same breakdowns. The nightmares, the paranoia. But in other ways, he’s doing better. Mostly because of Alyssa.”
“Could this be the girl you’ve been seen out and about with?”
I glance at him with raised eyebrows. “You’ve heard of her?”
He nods with a wry grin teasing up one corner of his mouth. “News carries fast and far when you’re thepahkanof a powerful Bratva, cousin. You being seen with her more than once put her on the map. And I keep my ears to the ground.” He rubs a hand across his unshaved chin. “I’m assuming she’s well protected?”
“Nikolai is with her.” I redouble my grip on the steering wheel. “You should know… she’s pregnant. Twins.”
Dimiv’s jaw flops open. “Fuck.” He punches my arm. “Congratulations, man! That’s great news. Youarethe father, right? You’re not shooting blanks?”
I throw him a dirty look. “Of course.”
“Just checking. We have to celebrate.”
I glance at the GPS. One more minute and we’ll be at our destination. “We will. As soon as we get Polly back.”
29
URI
It’s over almost before it even began.
I’m embarrassed for them.
We storm the two-story house from all four sides. A tide of Bratva force, bristling with black market weapons and the kind of violent bloodlust that only my soldiers know how to wield. Doors fall, men scream, blood spills.
We’re thirty-two strong and Drozdov has only a paltry dozen to defend his life, so scarcely five minutes after we launch the assault, he’s backed into a corner of the house, barricaded behind the corpses of the men who died to protect him, not that it did them any good.
I step over an oozing body and look down at the quivering coward.
“W-what do you want from me?” he stammers. His knees give way after he asks the question and he slides to the floor, limp and unresisting.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. “Answer the question, Drozdov. Because I know whoyouare.”
He trembles violently, his lips going as white as the rest of him. “I… I d-don’t know. Please just let me go.”
“I can’t do that. But what I can do is introduce myself.” I squat down so that I’m at eye level with him. “My name is Uri Bugrov.”
His eyes go wide, his face pale, and I smell the putrid stench of piss as the man’s pants darken in front. It just makes me crinkle my nose in disgust. “For someone who likes to buy and sell little girls, I’d have thought you’d be made of stronger stuff.”
“Listen—”