Page 36 of Bratva Hunter

“I’m not the pakhan, but I’m not your bitch either. Why was I summoned by a lower-level bratva soldier?”

“I was busy.” My father smirks from his seat. “It appears you’ve become attached to the cartel bitch.”

“Her name is Rosa. She’s not a threat to us. She gave us the flash drive. Surely there is stuff on there to help us with the Aguilars.”

“We got what we needed from the drive and gave it back to them.”

“What?” My neck hairs stand straight out as my mind processes his words. “Why did you give it back?”

“Leverage. They know we have everything on the drive. This will keep them in line.”

“I disagree, but you’re the boss. So, Rosa’s not in any danger anymore?”

“No. They’re taking her home, and what they do with her is none of our business.”

“The hell it isn’t. She’s mine.”

“What do you mean, ‘she’s yours’?”

“I married her. They can’t have her.” I’ll marry her tomorrow and pretend it was before.

“Well, fuck. They already do.”

Blood rushes into my brain and muffles the words coming out of my father’s mouth. I bolt from his study and dash to my SUV. “Fuck!” How the fuck did this happen?

Thirty minutes later, I run into the apartment. Dr. Kovalev, my father’s doctor, a man we fondly call the dentist because he lost his license years ago, sits at the counter. “They took her.”

“No fucking way.” I slam my fist into the wall and create a large crater with drywall pieces flying to the floor. “When did they leave?”

“Ten minutes ago.”

I pivot to leave as he calls my name. “She’s pregnant.”

“What?” A wrecking ball hits me in the stomach as my mind wraps around his words. “Pregnant?”

Nodding he holds up a piece of white plastic. “Pregnant.”

“Fuck!” An imaginary video of Rosa round with my child and a child babbling in her arms play through my head. “A baby.” Reaching for the edge of the counter, I steady myself. “Fuck. She’s carrying my child. I need her back.” I grab my phone out of my pocket, pressing buttons until my oldest brother, Cynric, answers. “I need you and the rest of the brothers. My wife is missing.”

“Wife? When? Who did you marry?”

“The woman who witnessed you killing that prick. I married her. She’s pregnant. I want her back.”

Cynric growls. “Well, fuck. Papa gave her to Arturo.”

“Yes. I want her back.”

“Give me a couple minutes.”

I’m staring at my phone and our dentist fidgets next to me. “What?”

“You need to know something.”

“Okay. What?” Anticipation bubbles to my brain remembering he was here because she’s sick. “Oh God, is she okay?”

“They hit her.” His words echo through the apartment, taking on a life of their own in my head. Dialing my father, he answers.

“Roric?”

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