Page 132 of Dust to Dust

“I’m afraid so. He’s our only true threat at the moment–the only one stupid enough to do something so brazen,” Seamus replied.

After I slipped into my bedroom, I eased Brooke down on the bed. Caterina came in and went around the other side of the bed. She climbed up on the mattress to sit next to Brooke.

I motioned for the men to leave. When we got out in the hall, I asked, “But isn’t kidnapping Isla an odd choice of retaliation? It goes against everything with the explosion and the shipments. Those were specifically targeted to our business. Isla has nothing to do with all of that except she’s my girlfriend.” When Callum and Seamus exchanged a look, I demanded, “What?”

Seamus sighed. “Do you remember the night you called me about looking into Terrance Manning’s past?”

“What the fuck does he have to do with any of this?”

“I told you he had underworld connections. With the time constraints you gave me, I couldn’t unearth all of his connections.”

I swallowed hard. “Terrance and Mikita were in business together?”

“Aye.”

“So this is personal.”

“Very.”

I staggered back until I banged into the wall. My mind could barely wrap around the type of torture Mikita might inflict on Isla to get back at me. My chest constricted at the thoughts of her being hurt.

Physically

Sexually

“I’ll tear him apart,” I growled.

Callum brought his hand to my shoulder. “We’ll help you, brother.”

Chapter Thirty-Three: Isla

Iwas having a nightmare.

One of the worst of my life.

I’d been kidnapped outside the club.

When I woke up, I felt relieved to be in my bed. Thank God, it had all been just a bad dream. I pulled myself to sit up.

The moment my eyes scanned the room, my chest constricted. I hadn’t woken up from the nightmare. I was still in it.

At that moment, the door opened. I screamed at the sight of two men with rifles. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I begged.

When one of the men started inside, the other stopped him. “The boss said she wasn’t to be touched.”

The taller of the two merely smirked. “Who says he has to find out? Let me have a turn, and then you can have a go at her.”

“He won’t like it.”

“Fuck him and fuck you.”

“Yuri, you’re going to get yourself killed.”

The taller man named Yuri continued to advance into the room. I scrambled up the mattress until I banged against the headboard. “Please don’t do this.”

Yuri jerked me by the hair, causing me to scream. As he yanked my hair, he dragged me down the mattress. Then he got on top of me. “Stop! Help! No!” I screamed as I thrashed against him.

We tumbled off the bed and into the floor. His hand jerked the hem of my skirt. Suddenly, the weight lifted off of me, and Yuri flew against the wall. I buried my face in my hands as words were exchanged in Russian before a gun popped twice. I screamed and rolled into a fetal position.

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