Page 19 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

I don’t have the heart to face anything.

It’s like something has been drained out of me and the only way I can refill it is by kissing her again.

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Early morning air bites against my cheeks as I step out of my car and walk towards the warehouse.

Entering the doors I immediately see the chaos.

It’s even worse than Ruvim described over the phone when he first reported it. I should have come through two days ago, when it happened, but I’ve been distracted.

I sigh as I step over broken crates and damaged products strewn across the concrete floor. My eyes must look thunderous because our employees are scuttling away from me in nervous jitters.

One of them looks at me with pursed lips and mutters, “Sir, Renat told us not to clean it up, he said you would want to see it exactly how it happened.” As a way of trying to explain that no one was being slack, they were just following orders.

I smile tightly, hoping my face looks at least somewhat reassuring.

“It’s ok, Berton. I know.”

Entering the office on the second level, I raise my brows high and shrug my shoulders. “It’s a fucking mess down there.”

Roman, Ruvim and Renat are already here, sitting around a small coffee table which is covered in paperwork. They look up at me and nod in greeting.

Technically, I’m late. I had a rough night with very little sleep and struggled to get out of bed this morning. Even now, I am heavy and distracted, but this is important, and I couldn’t call them and cancel.

“Yeah, we know, did you take a look around?” Renat asks.

“I desperately need a coffee first,” I say loud enough for Renat’s personal assistant to hear, hoping she will magic one into existence in an instant.

“Tammy,” Renat calls her name and a few seconds later she peaks her head into the office. “Three coffees with milk and one black,” he says.

“Yes, sir.” She hurries away.

I grab one of his office chairs and drag it closer to where they are sitting. Sighing heavily, I slump into it.

“You look like shit,” Ruvim says, looking back down at the paperwork.

“Thanks,” I mutter. “So nice of you to say.”

Ruvim and Renat both chuckle.

“Alright, give me the low down.” I lean forward to look at the floor plan of the warehouse printed across the paperwork.

Ruvim points to the back of the warehouse on the plans. “They came in through here. The camera was taken out, but the locks were broken so it had to be the point of entry.” He traces his fingers across he paper. Walking the path the intruders took. “All along here there is damage to products and equipment.

“Was anything taken?” I ask.

“No, just vandalism. To the point where the product is useless again. It’s going to cost an arm and leg.”

“Just like last time,” I sigh heavily.

“Fucking Enzos,” Renat mutters angrily. He leans back in this chair and folds his arms across his wide chest. “What the fuck are we going to do?”

“I say we march right in there and show them who the fuck we are. That we aren’t to be messed with,” Roman says.

“That’s a great plan except for the part that these little rat assholes are so good at going into hiding that we have no idea where they are. They haven’t stuck their heads out of the ground since we took a shot at them outside Tony Aroma.”

“So?” Ruvim throws his hands in the air in annoyance. “We just wait? We just sit around?”

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