Page 37 of Bratva Wolf

Time drags and my stomach twists. Something bad has happened. “Come on.”

The enforcer breathes heavy as he speaks again. “No. No one has gone into your penthouse.”

“Fuck!” I scream and startle the nurse. “Who took her home?”

“Antonio.”

I don’t respond to the woman and run for the exit. DialingFingers, my father’s hacker. “Hey. I need you to find Antonio, or Tony.” Red calls him Tony. “He’s that guy in her class.”

Fingers sputters. “Your girl? You’re still with her?”

“Focus Fingers. He took her.”

Fingers clacks on the computer. Typing faster, reminding me that he’s good. I push air in and out of my lungs as I take off, heading toward my penthouse.

Fingers clears his throat. “I’m still looking. Where did Scarlet go?”

“They said home. Wait.” My brain catches up to me. “Home might have meant her grandmother’s.”

“I’ll search for cameras around the area. Mrs. Abashin’s place has cameras.”

I pull to a light and slam my hands on my steering wheel. I have no idea where I should be going.

“There’s no activity at Mrs. Abashin’s. She hasn’t been back since she left this morning.”

I growl. “Where the fuck is she?”

Fingers types and clicks without a break until he speaks. “I’m pulling up footage from the university. Fuck!”

“What?”

“The guy who calls himself Tony, isn’t the actual Tony.”

“What do you mean, Fingers?”

“The faces don’t match. They’re close, but not exact. Damn it! I should have caught this. I’m so stupid.”

“Fingers! Concentrate. Bash yourself later. Can you find the guy on facial rec?”

Fingers clacks on the computer and blows out a huge sigh. “I found him. I’m texting you his address. I looped in Wystan. He’s meeting you there. I’m sorry, Thane.”

The address pops up on my phone. I hit the maps button and gun my SUV heading to Brooklyn. “What else are you finding, Fingers?”

“His real name is Tony Martinez. He’s involved with La Familia Morejon. They’re the cartel who shot up Mrs. Abashin’s house.”

“Fuck me. Georgie was working with them. What did Anatoly get from him before they took him on vacation?” Another phrase that means murdered. Anatoly killed Georgie once he confessed that he’d been working for the Morejon Cartel.

Fingers snorts. The euphemisms we use to not incriminate ourselves on an open cell line are rather amusing. “He’d been on their payroll for eight months. He gave them her address, but neglected to mention she was part of our bratva. Convenient omission, don’t you think?”

I don’t think, I just fly through traffic.

Wystan and I pull into Tony’s apartment complex at the same time as three other Bravikov enforcers. My little brother offers me a head bob. “Didn’t know things had progressed with Red Riding Hood.”

“Mind your business, Wystan. We need to find her.”

He nods as I flip my hand in a circle to the other enforcers. “Every entrance. His photo is on your phones.”

Fingers chats away in my earpiece. “I’ve tapped into the cameras in the building.”

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