Broken From the Bratva (Koralev Bratva #2) by Sasha Leone

Author:Sasha Leone [Leone, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08CY2R6VS
Goodreads: 54772520
Published: 2020-08-01T23:00:00+00:00

12

Maxim

Not again.

“Where the fuck is she!?” Even Vasily winces a little under my fury. This is a different level of anger. This place was supposed to be secure. No one’s supposed to be able to get in or out. Yet, here we are. Scouring a massive property for Billie, who seems to have vanished into thin air.

“One of the servants has informed me that a bag of luggage is missing from your bedroom, along with a handful of outfits and coats.”

“I don’t care what else is missing!” I roar. “You find Billie or it’s your head!” I’m hardly phased by the callousness in my voice. I don’t like the timing of this. Vasily shows up and suddenly Billie’s gone.

My Sovietnik doesn’t take the confrontation lying down. As scared as he may be, he steps forward and keeps his head. “It’s only been a day,” he tries to assure me. “She couldn’t have gotten far.”

“You said there were no cars missing from the garage?”

Vasily shakes his head. “Not as far as we could tell”

“So, she might be out there in the cold, trying to escape for god know what reason.” I step forward and tower over my old friend. “What did you say to her to make her choose the Russian wilderness over this palace!?”

“That’s something that will have to wait until we find her,” Vasily says calmly.

I’m not having it. I’m not calm. I’m furious. It’s been just under 48 hours since Vasily arrived, and a little less than that since Billie and I last had any contact. We still don’t know exactly when she left, but we’ve had the staff scour every inch of this godforsaken palace and there’s no sign of her. It doesn’t help that there’s currently a snow storm raging outside that could put any hurricane back home to shame.

“Were you followed here!?” I ask Vasily, full of accusation.

“Obviously not as far as I know,” he shoots back.

“Doesn’t sound like you know anything useful,” I spit.

“I know more than you think,” he growls with venom on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t question my loyalty, Max.”

“What the hell are you even doing here, anyways?” I flounder. I don’t like that there’s even a sliver of doubt in me that I can trust Vasily. He must have been followed by someone. He would never willingly lead anyone here who didn’t belong... right?

“I’m here to deliver some good news... and some bad news.”

“Well, give me some fucking good news!” I demand.

“... Angelo Esposito is dead. The war back home is all but won.”

Well, fuck me. That is some good news, but it’s not like I’m in any mood to appreciate it.

The overwhelming anger controlling me does die down just a little, though. Still, I can feel the smoke continue to fume from my nostrils. “And where does that leave me and Georgy?”

“Almost ready to go home.”

“And Billie?”

“Once we find her, she’ll come with you. She’s no longer under threat.”

Bullshit. “So, who the hell is she with? She obviously

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