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“They went dancing.” I crumble the note in my hand. “They left this house to go dancing… and no one fucking stopped them.”
For the first time in a long time, I’m on the verge of being speechless.
“Find them,” I finally snarl at Nik. “I’m calling Oleg.”
I hang up with Nikandr and call Oleg as I fly through the front door and climb back into my car. “If you don’t have a lead, you’re dead,” I say the moment Oleg picks up the phone.
“Shit. I was hoping to—I’m taking care of it,” he says quickly. “I just found out one of the cars in the garage was missing. No one saw them leave. Mariya must have taken the side gate.”
“Someone should have been watching it.”
“It’s not accessible from the main road. Only family members know about it, so we didn’t—” He wisely cuts himself off. “We should have noticed. But I think I know which club they’re at. It’s called Suono. It’s run by the?—”
“The Marinos,” I finish. I already know who owns the club. Mariya should have, too. The only bit of good news is that the Marinos don’t associate with the Gustev Bratva. Akim wouldn’t carry out a hit there unless he wanted to fight a war on two fronts.
That doesn’t mean the Marinos are friends of mine, though.
“I’m headed there now. Get there,” I order. “If anything happens to Luna or my sister, I will fucking kill you.”
I hang up and text the address to Nikandr. I want whoever is closest to get there first.
I slam on the gas and tear down the driveway, hoping it will be me.
It’s late, but a long line of people are waiting outside of Suono to get in.
Mariya wouldn’t be caught dead there. She’d never deign to wait in line. Not when our family name opens doors in every nook and cranny of this city.
She probably flashed her ID and a smile and got right in. Never once thinking how easy it would be for the Marinos to sell news of her location to any one of my enemies.
I clench my jaw and take a deep breath. It won’t do any good to save Luna and Mariya tonight if I end up killing them myself.
I bypass the line and charge toward the doors. I don’t bother with my ID; I don’t need it. When the bouncer sees me coming, he leaps off his stool and hurries to unhook the velvet rope with shaking hands so I don’t even have to break stride as I sweep in.
The dark hallway opens into a fucking madhouse. LEDs pulse across the entire ceiling, lights strobe off the walls and the packed dance floor, and the music and voices are an indistinguishable roar in my ears.
What in the hell were they thinking?
They weren’t. That’s the only answer.
I’m trying to destroy Akim Gustev and keep them safe and they’re running around town in fucking party dresses. A shared cell in the dungeon is more and more likely every day.
But first, I have to find them.
53
LUNA
There you are. Finally.
For one fleeting second, I think it’s Yakov behind me.
He saw the note. He came to find us. Mariya is probably off with the guards and Yakov is here to be with me. To dance and drink and forget about everything else for one night.
Then the man spins me around.
My hopes wither and die as I look into a familiar sweaty face. It takes a second for my brain to place the unkempt beard and bloodshot eyes. Then it clicks.
“Sergey?”
