Some motherfuckers took Mia, my woman. How fucking dare they touch her.
“Brat, come with me. Some fuckers took Mia from her house,” I hiss, pushing off my chair.
“What’s going on,” Pakhan says, turning to look at me.
I open my mouth, but I can’t talk. My throat is fucking closed up.
“Brat, Mia hasn’t arrived. The security video shows that two svoloch’ took her from her house,” Anatoly says, looking at me.
“Fuck! Let’s go get her,” Pakhan says, pushing off his chair.
I shake my head, gasping for air. I inhale and exhale, and then I try to speak.
“You stay here with Valentina. I’m going with some Soldiers, and Anatoly will help us locate her,” I say, inhaling deeply.
“Okay, take all of the Soldiers you need, and keep me updated,” Pakhan says.
“Please bring Mia back,” Valentina says, blinking to clear the tears from her eyes.
“Da. Pakhan, talk to Conti. I want him to know that I’m keeping her with me,” I huff, pressing my lips tight.
“Da, I will,” Pakhan says, nodding.
“Let’s go. I have the Soldiers waiting and the location that the fuckers took her to. It was the Magee Mob that took her, Anatoly says.
“Stupid svoloch’ doesn’t have a clue that they just started a fucking war,” Pakhan hisses.
“Pakhan, I’m going to kill that svoloch’,” I utter through clenched teeth.
“Da, do what you need to do,” Pakhan says, nodding.
I walk out of the club with Anatoly. We get into the Range Rover, and the Soldiers follow. I don’t have the headspace to deal with the attack plan. Anatoly is taking care of everything because my main focus is getting Mia from that svoloch’.
We arrive at the Magee Mob’s warehouse, one of the three that we had searched on our mission to take the girls from them.
Anatoly turns off the lights and parks on the side street a block away. The Soldiers park the SUVs scattered around the block of the warehouse. The Soldiers know how to be effective, quick, and stealthy.
I get out of the Range Rover and pull my Glock from my holster. I walk to the building, listening to the Soldier's chatter. Anatoly instructs them to be careful, to look for Mia, and kill the sukas.
I walk inside the warehouse with the Soldiers, and I run to the back room. I hear Mia yelling.
“Help me! Let me go. Help! Help!”
“Shut the fuck up,” yells a man.
My heart pounds in my chest so fucking hard I gasp for air. I inhale deeply and exhale, running to the door. I kick the door open and run inside with my Glock ready to shoot.
“Don’t touch her,” I yell, aiming at him.
“What the fuck,” the man shouts, turning to look at me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Ah, it’s you, the fucker that dared take our merchandise and set the fucking warehouse on fire, and the bastard that’s fucking my woman,” the man yells, pointing at me.
Yeah, I know it’s the Magee Mob that took Mia, but who the fuck is this motherfucker.
“Who the fuck are you,” I shout, aiming at his fucking face, ready to shoot him between the eyes.
