The Bratva Bosses' Surrogate: A Reverse Harem Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (The Bratva Billionaires’ Club Book 2) by Celeste Riley

Author:Celeste Riley [Riley, Celeste]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Celestine Publishing Ltd.
Published: 2024-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Maxym

My fist connects with the guy’s face for what feels like the hundredth time. Blood is everywhere, his face, my hands. He’s a mess, fingers missing, a sight that would turn a weaker stomach.

“Tell me who ordered you to hurt us. To hurt Sofia,” I growl, my patience wearing thin.

He’s beaten so bad, barely conscious. I lean in closer, my voice low but menacing. “This can be quick and painless if you just talk.”

The guy’s lips move, a mumbled mess of words, but his voice is so weak, it’s nearly inaudible. I lean in, frustration boiling inside me. “Come on, say it. Get it over with.”

Then, a whisper, faint and raspy. “Red car. Woman in a red car.”

What the fuck is he talking about? A woman in a red car? This makes no sense.

He doesn’t elaborate, just lies there, a broken man. I clench my fist and hit him again, hard. “Who? Who is the woman?” But deep down, I know he’s too far gone to give me anything more.

The torturer, the one who has done most of the work on this bastard, is waiting for orders. There’s a cold, hard edge to my voice as I say, “Get rid of him.”

The man on the floor, broken and bleeding, manages a weak plea. “P-please...” His voice is a faint whisper, barely audible.

But it’s too late for mercy, too late for second chances. The decision’s been made, and in this world, my world, decisions like these are final. His begging does nothing to sway me.

In this game, it’s kill or be killed, and we’re not about to be the latter. We protect what’s ours. And Sofia, she’s ours.

As the torturer drags the man away, his pleas fading into a desperate, muffled cry, I don’t feel a thing. No remorse, no hesitation.

A red car. The words nag at me, gnawing at my thoughts. It feels too vague, too inconsequential. I keep turning it over in my mind, but it leads nowhere. Frustrated, I pull out my phone and call Ivan.

“Ivan, the guy mentioned a red car. That’s all he had to fucking say.”

There’s a pause on the line, then Ivan’s voice, a hint of realization in his tone. “Wait, Sofia mentioned a red car. Said it was following us when we were heading towards the mansion.”

That hits me like a ton of bricks. How did I miss that? But then, doubt creeps in. A red car could mean anything. Anyone could have a red car. It’s too common, too random. Could it really be connected, or is it just a coincidence?

But the stakes are too high for coincidences. I can’t afford to dismiss anything, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

My heart races, anxiety building up. This could be a lead, or it could be nothing. But I can’t ignore it. I need to follow up, investigate every possibility. Because if there’s even the slightest chance that this red car is linked to Kayla…

I’m pacing, phone pressed to my ear, my mind spinning.

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