Page 68 of Forbidden Bratva Virgin

“Her friend Elena reported it at a police station. They were out for coffee, and they stopped somewhere. She heard her scream her name, but when she came out, she wasn’t there. She couldn’t reach her. Some others reported seeing a black van snatch up a woman, and the descriptions match Hazel.”

For a second, thick and suffocating silence stretched between us. Then, red-hot rage ignited in my veins. Someone had dared to take what was mine.

“Find her.” My voice was steel. “Trace her phone. Check the cameras. I want her location in ten minutes.”

“Already on it, Boss.”

I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles went white. My mind was already working through the possibilities. Whoever did this…whoever thought they could put their hands on her, would learn what a fatal mistake that was. Because I was coming. And there would be no mercy.

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To think that, only a moment ago, I’d been relishing in the bubble of unexplainable joy, and now, the feeling had been brutally replaced with an uncomfortable vacuum-like stretch of uncertainty.

Fear.

I had never feared anything before. Not pain, not death, not the burden of the world pressing on my back. Fear was for the weak, the naïve, for those who had something to lose. Besides Damien, I had nothing else to lose.

But now, it felt different. A snarl built up in my throat, raw and animal-like. Anger coiled inside me, a wildfire licking at my ribs, my lungs, and my heart. It was unbearable, this nagging feeling of helplessness, the sickening realization that no amount of strength or sheer force could protect or shield her from whatever she was already facing.

Damir sent a text message in under ten minutes.

The location he had sent me was deep in the woods—an old abandoned house. The roof sagged, the walls were covered in grime, and the windows were nothing but jagged holes of broken glass. It stank of damp wood and decay, the kind of place where screams went unheard. It was the perfect place to make someone disappear.

Rage burned through my veins like gasoline thrown on an open flame. Hazel was in there.Moydorogaya Kheyzel. Every second she spent in that hellhole, every moment she breathed in the filth of this place, was another moment I’d carve into the bastards who took her.

I stepped out of the car, and the crunch of dead leaves under my boots was the only sound in the silence. My gun was already in my hand, but I tucked into the holster hanging on my belt. I didn’t care how many were inside. Didn’t care if it was a trap. I was going back with her, whether they liked it or not.

Men in black gathered outside the house like flies, but none of them stopped me. Getting to the cracked porch, I pushed the door with pent-up rage and stepped inside. It smelled like damp concrete and motor oil. My eyes immediately started scanning, and I held my breath for just a second before forcing it to steady.

Hazel sat tied to a chair, her body bound, her face pale, and her head held backward by the person I had least expected to be this stupid. Alina had a gun pressed to the side of her head.

“Baby, I’m so glad to see you here,” she greeted smoothly. “You came just in time.”

I stepped forward, keeping her gaze and holding my breath. My fingers itched for the weapon holstered at my side, but I didn’t draw. Not yet.

“Alina, what madness is this?”

“Madness, you say?” Alina’s eyes blazed angrily. “Miron, the only one mad here is you.Youcalled off our engagement for this whore!”

“Don’t test me, woman.”

“Oh, that upsets you? Hearing me call her what she really is?” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it with the back of her hand before repositioning the gun at Hazel’s skull. “I waited for you for months! Did Damir tell you I have my wedding dress? Everything’s ready for us, babe. And she comes along and makes it all disappear? No fucking way, Miron. Did you hear me? No way am I letting that happen! You belong to me!”

Throwing caution to the wind, I growled, “Let her go.”

Alina tilted her head, dragging the cold barrel of the gun along Hazel’s cheek. “And why would I do that? Because you’re asking nicely?”

Hazel’s eyes met mine, and my gaze quickly flickered to the dried tear stains on her cheeks.She’s been fucking crying.My eyes snapped to Alina, and I exhaled because if I didn’t, I was going to rain down bullets without giving it a second thought.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes before you take your next breath.”

Alina smirked. “I always loved that confidence of yours. But you can’t do shit because I have your weakness seated right here.” She cackled. “Whoever thought that you would have a weakness?”

I heard noise from outside and was confident that my men had arrived. The noise caused a brief distraction, and she looked over her shoulder. I seized the moment, gunning down one of her men, before running forward to tackle her. I dragged her by the elbow, pulling her close enough to myself to disable her arm with the gun, and then I pushed her to the center of the room, careful not to physically hurt her the way I wanted to, while I started working the ropes on Hazel’s chair.

Hazel whimpered, but I kept my eyes on Alina. And everything else happened in a blur.

Damir kicked open the door, ushering in one of Alina’s men with a gun raised behind his head and his hands raised. I loosened the last of the ropes binding her and helped her to her feet, cradling her shaking body with one arm.

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