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Gunshots ring out, and then someone yells something I can’t make out. Moments slowly pass by, and anxiety rolls in the middle of my gut. Then, finally, someone touches me, and I jolt, terrified it isn’t someone I can trust.
“Relax,mi amor, it’s only me.” Santos’ calming voice does wonders, and he helps me get up from the floor.
“What happened?” I ask, looking around the place as guests are up against the walls and my brothers are taking turns kicking someone in the stomach. Nazyr, Lom, and Ruslan go one after the other, and the man groans in pain.
“That man just tried to assassinate you. Do you know him?” My husband questions me, and I walk a little bit closer, noticing Santos has a gun in his hand. “Santos, is that his gun?”
Santos nods.
I spot Goran a few feet away and wave him over. My right-hand man rushes over to me. “My apologies, Miss Eset. I should’ve seen this coming.”
“Nonsense. Not one of us saw this coming. It’s my wedding day with allies, family, and friends. Who would’ve known an enemy would be in our midst?” Goran shakes his head at my words, feeling sorry for himself for “failing” as he’s choosing to see it through his eyes.
There’s nothing I can say that will make him feel better, and it’s not my job to coddle a grown-ass man, especially when I was the one who was almost killed. “Take this gun and see what you can find on it. There’s a possibility it’s been scrubbed, but if the numbers are on it, we might be able to track some pertinent details.”
“Yes, Miss Eset,” Goran states, and my husband hands the gun over to Goran. I notice the way Santos keeps his eyes pinned on Goran.
“What is it?” I grumble at Santos, and he looks down at me.
“There’s something about him that I don’t like. I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t trust him, Eset.” I don’t have time to coax my husband into trusting the man who’s protected me more times than I can count, so I huff and walk over to where my brothers are.
“What do you know?” I ask any of my brothers who will answer.
Nazyr looks right at me, his eyes filled with rage he’s soon going to be unable to contain. Out of all my brothers, I think Nazyr is the most protective of me. “Nothing yet, but give me some time, and I’ll know everything about this sorry son of a bitch.”
Ruslan looks right at me, then at the group of people staring at us, wondering how we’re going to handle the situation we’re dealing with. He comes a bit closer and speaks directly into my ear. “Where the fuck is Julio?”
I yank my head back and scan the surrounding area, not seeing my father-in-law among the crowd. He and Santos just had a very heated conversation, so could the shooter be one of his men? “I don’t know.”
Danill comes walking up with three more men who work for the Umarova family. “Put him somewhere secure. It’s my sister’s wedding day, and I want her to enjoy her night. We’ll deal with this later.”
“I know a place.” It’s the same place where I killed Lu, so I take a step closer to Danill and whisper in his ear, telling him how to get there and that I have a key to the location at my penthouse at the Dorchester.
“Okay. I’ll get inside and retrieve it. Meanwhile, they’ll get him on the road,” Danill explains, and Ruslan nods.
I sigh heavily as Santos comes up to my side. “Have you seen my father?” He’s asking the same question my brother just did a few moments ago.
“We don’t know, and right now, it doesn’t look good for him,” Ruslan snarls at Santos, and I step in between the two men.
“Keep your cool. You have a fucking audience,” I whisper-yell at Ruslan. My brother’s nostrils are flaring, and he seems to think Santos could be in on this with his father. But it wouldn’t make any sense. Santos needs me alive to keep him safe, so killing me would only put him in a much worse position.
“How well do you know your husband, sister?” Nazyr adds, and I roll my eyes at how incredibly bullheaded my brothers are being. The only one who isn’t saying anything is Lom, and I know he’s trying to calculate the motive behind this.
“I would never do anything to hurt Eset. You have my word on that,” Santos speaks up.
“Is your word as trustworthy as your father’s?” Ruslan asks him, and the tension could be cut with a butter knife right about now. I can hardly believe this is even happening.
“Act like childish boys somewhere else, but don’t you dare do it right now. He’s being taken somewhere secure, and we’ll get every question we have answered in a few hours. Until then, maybe have the rest of our team locate Julio because if he is missing, then it looks extremely suspicious,” I tell them, and after a few moments, my brothers agree.
The fact of the matter is we’re Umarovas. We have as many enemies as we do allies, and someone could’ve used my wedding as a perfect opportunity to make a spectacle out of killing me. That’s what I believe this was, all for show.
“Eset is right. We’ll have our answers soon enough. Until then, have a good time,” Lom speaks up in my defense, and finally, Ruslan and Nazyr begin to calm down a bit. I know in the back of their minds that they want to know who did this and why, but it won’t hurt waiting for a few hours. I know our men are likely going to beat the perpetrator over and over again, making what we need to do a lot faster, hopefully.
I do find it ironic that none of our allies have come up to offer a helping hand. Maybe they will at some time, or maybe they know we can handle any threat brought to our attention on our own.
My family is made of beasts.
We’re the fucking Umarovas, and no one is going to intimidate us.
