Page 40 of Bratva Wolf

My phone rings. “I found your guy. He’s alone at La Hacienda about a block away from you. It’s a family run Mexican restaurant.”

Fingers is the best. I bypass my SUV and start running. My brother and the enforcers that have arrived will follow. Anatoly, Cynric’s lead enforcer, catches up to me on the run and indicates he’s headed to the back of the restaurant. I hit the door like an explosion, knocking it against the wall, as I slam my body full on, into the man in question. He flies, hitting the adjacent table and ends up slammed against the wall. My hands are on the smaller man as he’s reaching in the back of his pants. I pull his gun and toss it to Anatoly, who’s just barreled in. “Where is Scarlet, Tony?”

“Why do you care? I’ve seen you in the vehicle, dropping and picking her up like a little puppy. She wanted to kill you.”

“Where. Is. She?” My hand reaches around his neck as I pull him from the ground and push him against the wall.

“Just stay put.” Anatoly and my other men have commandeered the restaurant, and they’re containing the patrons, and I’m assuming some of his cartel members.

“Tell me where she is or I’m going to cut off body parts.”

“Fuck you.”

I unsheathe my knife and grab his arm, slamming it above his head. I drive the blade into his hand just below his right index finger. “I’m going to take your finger, in five, four, three, two, one.” I slide the blade and drive it through the finger, just above the joint.

He screams and blood sprays. People gag around me as Wystan lets me know in my ear piece[DB1] he has disabled the cameras and removed the files of our arrival. “I gave her to my cousin to sell. The old lady is coming to save her, and they’ll kill her, so the girl isn’t needed?”

I bellow. “Do you know who I am?”

“Some stupid gringo who let his woman take his balls.”

I curse in Russian as the color drains further from his face. “Bravikov.”

His eyes widen so much I think they’ll just roll up in his head. “No.”

“Yes. Who did you sell her to?”

“My cousin. Rafael. She said she was going to kill you. She meant it too.”

I growl as spittle hits his face. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

I hear my name as men enter the restaurant. I turn to see Marco parading toward me. He scoffs at the man in my grip. “He’s nothing.” Marco flicks his head at his second youngest brother to take him from my grasp. “Did he tell you anything while you made this mess?”

“He gave her to his cousin to sell.” Wystan approaches with a wet rag to wash the blood off my arm.

“Tsk, tsk.” He speaks rapid Spanish to the man in his brother’s hands. Once he mentions his name the younger man starts begging. He’s a low man in the Morejon organization. They planted him as a way to keep an ace in the hole against Mrs. Abashin. Apparently she mentioned the shooting to someone inher neighborhood and that stirred up trouble with his cartel. Fucking women and their need to gossip. Mrs. Abashin knows better. I stretch my neck from side to side, making loud popping sounds expressing my frustration.

Fingers pipes up in my earpiece. “I found Antonio’s cousin’s apartment. I’m not sure he’s there.”

I tip my head to my brother. “Let’s go.”

Marco speaks. “I’ll go with you.”

Taking a deep breath, I remind myself I have to agree. I need everyone I can get. “I appreciate the help.”

“I’ll ride with you.”

“Sure.” I walk outside with Marco on my heels as my SUV idles at the curb. Someone was doing their job. A young new guy stands next to my SUV with anticipation dripping off him like syrup. “Climb in the back.”

He beams. “Yes, sir.”

Marco jumps into the passenger side as I head to the address Fingers fed me earlier. The entourage of black SUV’s reminds me of a political convention. We’re all getting on the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge on our way to Staten Island.

Irritation grates on my brain as I snap at Marco. “You could have just told me about Scarlet.”

“Eh. Hindsight. Didn’t realize she was more than a fuck buddy.”

I’m gritting my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t snap like Pez candy and spray the cab of my SUV. “How have you guys let the Morejons get a foothold in New York?”

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