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“Put your mind at ease. Your son is unharmed. I’m sure your new husband has him in a place I’ll never find.” The man chuckles.
I exhale happily at the thought of Prince being safe with Kyro. I just have to survive being kidnapped by the people who killed Ivan. Kyro will come, he will come. He has to.
Kyro
How did I let this happen? She should have never left my sight. Fuck! Reyna, please be safe.
“I want everyone on this!” I scream in Russian. “You have to find her!” I slam my phone on my office desk.
“Dad, is Mom missing?” Prince asks. His face tells me he’s trying to hold it together. I don’t know what to say. How do you tell your son you failed him?
“She’s been taken, but I’m going to get her back,” I confess.
Prince takes in a breath, and he looks like he is going to cry. I hunched down to get to his level and hugged him. “She will be back. Your mom is a tough woman. She can survive anything. She’s like that woman in your comic book. The one who controls the weather with the white hair.”
Prince smiles, “Yeah, Storm is hardcore.”
“Exactly.” I nod, forcing a smile onto my face. “I’ll bring her back. No matter what.” These conversations are hard to have, but in this life, he will have to hear them now.
“Is there something I can do to help?” Prince asks.
“Let my men protect you. It will be annoying, but it’s for your safety.” I explain. “Okay?”
He nods and leaves my office.
Two hours ago, I had my wife in my arms. Her warm body pressed against my own and now it could be the last time I would get to see her ever again. I don’t want to think this way, but I know how this could turn out. Not all mobsters follow a code. Those Irish pricks are just as brutal as we are, and I fear what my wife could be going through.
“Pahkan, this was mailed to one of our warehouses.” One of my men burst into my office. It’s a phone with a note. I look through the contacts and there is only one number saved.
Your wife is fine. So, you’ll be able to think rationally when we talk. Call me.
There’s no name attached, but I can guess who. Those Irish pricks. I called the number quickly, wasting no time.
“That was fast.” A man laughs through the phone.
“Where’s my wife?” My throat feels like it’s going to close.
He scoffs cheerfully, “Come on, you know how this works. You took something from me and so I took something from you.”
I find myself unable to tolerate this situation any longer and my impatience is growing. “What do you want?”
“You killed many of our men, burned down our warehouse, and then stole the armory inside. Then you left one alive to come to tell us.” He sighs. “You are direct and true in your work. I kind of admire you.”
“Get to the point.” My temper reaching its boiling point.
He snickers, “Deliver the armory you stole back, along with an added number of a hundred guns. Then and only then will I return your wife safely.”
I cut him off. “I want proof of life.”
He chuckles. “This isn’t a negotiation. I’m a man of my word and will put several bullets through your wife’s head. Which would be a shame. I mean, I don’t have to tell you how beautiful she is.”
My teeth clench so hard, it seems like they would break. I inhale deeply and try again not to throw the phone against the fucking wall.
“I’ll give you three days. Until then, I’ll make sure your wife is comfortable here.” He chuckles before hanging up.
This is a setup. There’s no way he will hand her over that easily. He’s using her as a bargaining chip. He’s not gonna settle for a few guns, but I’m out of options. I need to get my wife back.
Reyna
