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He had become the center of all my desire and affection. His darkness never scared me; it made me feel more wanted.
I love him.
It might be too late.
I might never get the chance to tell him how much he meant to me. It was probably too late for me to hold his face in my hands and tell him I would be more patient. That I wanted him. That he’d become everything I never thought I would want.
And that somehow scared me more than dying in this place.
That was when the tears fell.
Chapter 22 – Eduard
“I want an aerial map of all Navarro’s business places—his clubs, warehouses, every fucking thing he owns,” I demanded, entering the sitting room.
“On it, Boss,” Leonid answered.
Dawn was drawing near, and I hadn’t stopped strategizing. My white shirt was crinkled all over, and the buttons were all undone, but I couldn’t go up into that closet yet. I hadn’t touched the bed or closed my eyes for two minutes. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.
And I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want anything except for Marielle to be back under this roof. I didn’t want to imagine what must be happening wherever Navarro’s men took her to. The sting of the possibility that she left on her own will wasn’t so sharp when it meant she might be safe and sound. That wouldn’t stop me from bringing her back. She belonged here, in this house, in our bedroom, with me.
So I would stop at nothing to bring her back. And I was on it already.
My men rushed in and out of the house through the night, gathering information and connecting dots.
Viktor entered the large room.
“Boss, Yves has tracked that number. It’s registered under one Marcel’s name. Guy is one of Lucien’s men, I confirmed,” he divulged.
I looked on without blinking.
Another pointer suggesting she might be working with him.
But even that was secondary to me in that moment.
“Run through all the contacts the number has communicated with in the last months. All of the numbers.Check the numbers against those of every one of you. Then everyone in the Bratva. Every single person. Even the guys guarding the gates.”
“Okay, Boss. I’ll get on with it right away.”
“Even the Yezhov brothers,” I added.
“Yes, Boss.”
As Viktor left, Ivan turned to me.
“Boss, we’ll find her.”
“And make those motherfuckers beg for death,” Ruslan added.
I gave a sardonic chuckle.
Of course, there was no consideration of options. Lucien’s men signed up for death the moment they took my wife.
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“Boss, I have the results,” Viktor disclosed.
