43. Valentin

FORTY-THREE

Valentin

H e's got my fucking kid. My son who has done nothing but fucking save me time and time again. Waiting for Viktor to grab the phone I focus on the scuffling in the background, if I push everything else away right now I can break down later. My pronunciation is utter shit, but I hope to fuck he's able to understand.

"Você sabe onde está?" 1

The fear in his voice is fake as fuck but my heart doesn't know that.

He's too clever and manages to remember Vlad's bullshit codes for everything as he answers, "I know you won't come for us, it's okay. I left my bike near the pool. And my three favorite cars are under my pillow, can you put them with my other toys?"

He said us.

Us, plural.

Not him, they have my woman and my son .

He screams, fighting back as there's a slap in the background and Dani screams murder, protecting our boy.

"Get the fuck away from him."

Her voice is muffled like she's talking through cotton and the line goes dead.

No, no, no. My beautiful, sweet Dani has nothing to do with this. Viktor's a child. He's innocent, both of them are. They're the only good things in my life. I can't breathe. My vision darkens and every horrible thing imaginable flashes in front of my eyes. He's alive, I'll kill every fucker but he's alive.

Remembering what he told me, I lift the phone to my ear and repeat it without the facade it was wrapped in.

"He's with the MC, their property on the river. There's three of them with him and he's in a basement but can see the road."

Vlad doesn't say anything, and I end the call getting the fuck out to bring my son and woman home.

I shouldn't have left them, it's my job to make sure they're both safe. In all my years of fighting and working with the Bratva, having my own fucking group meetings with the Vor to get votes I didn't give a fuck about, my hand has never shook. Right now, I can't even press the ignition without a tremor.

It's the worst moment for me to grow the fuck up and understand my brothers controlling behavior. Every little thing he's done to push us and himself was to stop shit like this. I'll get them back and become the biggest cunt alive to keep them safe. I won't half ass shit only caring about the spoils but go head to head with every cunt who thinks they're worse. I'll become the devil himself to keep them safe.

My hand doesn't stop shaking as I drive kicking up little stones as I peel away and narrowly miss colliding with the gates. I don't even know the route, but I drive on some instinct I didn't know I possessed. They both have to be safe, if they're not I know without a shadow of a doubt that I'll die. I can barely breathe now, and I press my knuckles to my chest begging the organ to shut the fuck up so I can focus.

I pull up to the edge of the Satan's Rejects compound behind Dima. Vlad is running at me and grabs my door stopping me getting out with a hand against my chest.

"Get the fuck off me, he has my fucking son! "

Music blares in the distance mixing with cheers. The cunts are having a party while torturing them.

He's alive, I heard him. I heard Dani. No one touched them.

Pushing against him he grabs my face and tries to speak sense without tempering his tone.

"Exactly, who the fuck do you think he's going to want as soon as we get him out? Be smart."

I don't need plans or any of that shit, I just need to be there. Inside that room and I'll make sure they're safe. Vlad can pick another day to be a controlling fuck, he doesn't get to do it now.

Ana steps around him and clinically says, "I know what they do. Give me five minutes and you'll have a distraction. They'll only have three people in the room at one time, one of them is a doctor and don't touch any of the crates."

They have my wife and kid in a fucking crate?! A roar builds in my chest, and I push out of the car breaking through the both of them. Everyone circles me, Vlad grabbing one of my arms as Dima gets the other and Tali pushes his full weight against my chest. Dima's low voice is in my ear,

"Breathe, if you go in right now you'll make a mistake."

I know what he's saying. I'll fuck up and they'll get hurt, worse than hurt, they won't be here anymore. It manages to calm me enough as Ana walks away, rolling her shoulders as she climbs over the tall fence to continue her journey to the building.

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