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“Did that ring a bell?”
“Well, the only Abraham I know is our former president,” he chuckles.
“So, it’s another dead end.”
“Ido,however, know an Abram which could sound similar if you’re in your eighties and hard of hearing, or if your television is on. Old Abram isn’t just Russian, he istheRussian.”
“We don’t really deal with the Russians. I mean, Antonio is looking at opening a base here in Phoenix, but so far, we’ve left Bratva territory to the Bratva and they’re respected our property, too. At least, that was the deal until this thing with Helena popped up.”
“Well, Abram is the eldest brother of the Levkin clan. As bad as the three Russian amigos are here in Phoenix, their brother Abram who lives in Malibu, is worse. He’s wired up a million different ways, and all of them wrong. Word is, he’s got one of the biggest human trafficking rings around. Ivan Levkin is the leader here. He’s a year younger than Abram. He’s a slimy motherfucker, but if the rumors are true and he’s answering solely to Abram these days, Marco’s woman was about to be shipped out of the country to be used in ways no woman wants.
“Fuck,” I hiss. If that’s the case, we probably saved Helena in the nick of time. Then, a scarier thought hits me. “Were these the men that attacked my woman?”
“It’s possible, but they didn’t—for whatever reason—take her, and that’s not usually the M.O. where Abram is involved.”
“Do you have any pictures of this asshole?” I ask.
My heart is running away with me. Just the thought of this kind of scumbag being near my sweet Gia and my blood runs cold.
“I just pulled some up,” Ghost says in his gravelly voice.
He angles the computer screen to give me a better view. And I look at the images. The first is a man, older than me, probably in his early forties. “Is this him?” I ask, frowning. Nothing about him looks familiar, but that’s not surprising. “We could always take his picture and show Mildred,” I mumble. Another image moves to the screen. This one is Abram again and he’s with a man who is about the same age as him, or maybe a little younger.
“This is Abram with his Underboss, Adam Dolan. Word on the street is he is just as evil as Abram himself.”
“I still don’t know either of them,” I admit with a sigh. “We can head back to Mildred’s in the morning if your ass is up to it.”
“No pussy has put me out of commission yet, and if my wife can’t do it, no furry four-legged one will either,” he quips.“There’s one more picture for you to look at.”
Ghost pulls it up and I freeze.This time Abram is standing by a plane, looking stoic. He has his hand resting on that of a younger kid. The kid is what catches my eye. “I know him,” I snarl. My head is pounding, and my palms are sweaty with the need to find Gia now.
“You do?” EZ asks.
“That’s Gia’s stepbrother.”
“Fuck,” EZ grunts.
“Jesus, do you think Sam is the one who attacked her back then? That son of a bitch would have to be stalking her to show up all these years later.”
“That’s one possibility, but I’ve heard talk of Abram’s boy. They said he had broken away on his own and his father pulled him back in. Some whispered a woman was involved. Others said he was scared of his father and just did what the man demanded. There’s not a lot me or Ghost, either one, can find on Abram’s son to be honest.”
“I’m not much help either. I’ll admit I don’t like the son of a bitch, but mostly I don’t like him around my woman. He didn’t seem like the type who would physically harm a woman, though. He also seemed to genuinely care for Gia.”
“Then, what do we do?” Ghost asks.
“We investigate further,” I tell him. “The first damn thing I’m going to do is call Gia and tell her to stay the fuck away from this asshole, though. I haven’t talked to her except by a quick text. She’s upset with me, but this time I’m going to make her take my call.”
I dial the number and tap my foot as I wait for her to answer. It rings, but then immediately switches over to voicemail. I try not to panic. The last text I had from Sloan said Gia was secure. Still, she’s the next number I phone. The same exact thing happens, and in all the time I’ve known Sloan, she has never failed to pick up her phone. She once answered his call during the middle of fucking her husband. There’s no way it going to voicemail means good things. I try Gia again and it goes to voicemail just like before.
Panic hits me like I’ve never felt before. I yell out my frustration. I never should have left her. IF something happens to her it is going to be all my fault. If I close my eyes all I can see is her face etched in terror with Abram leering down at her. I pick up the corner of Ghost’s desk and flip the fucking thing over on its side. Ghost’s computer, his screens, and various papers all go flying, careening to the floor.
“Damn it!” Ghost barks.
EZ grabs me by the shoulders. I try to fight him, but he jerks me hard. “Lock it down, Victorio.”
“He could have her,” I explain, saying my biggest fear out loud. “If something happens to my woman…” I break off, my body quaking with fear like I’ve never known.
“Get control over whatever you’re feeling right now and find a way to push it aside and concentrate on how to help your woman. There’s a chance he doesn’t even have her.”
