“Please, please Lord let her be okay. Please,” I pray, as tears begin to pour out of my eyes yet again.
I stay like this for who knows how long. Since I’ve been here, I have lost track of time. There’s no concept of time here, similar to hell I guess. The door swings open with another shadow standing in the doorway. I stand instantly.
“Where is Alaina?”
The voice laughs at me, tilting his head. “Nice to finally meet you, Kalie. Do you know who I am?” the voice asks softly.
“I have no idea who you are. Where is Alaina?” I attempt to ask again.
“I’m Kazimir Lyov, and I’m your father-in-law.”
“Fuck!” I scream out, throwing my bottle to the bar causing it to smash and all the alcohol to run out over the ground.
I look to Zane and he’s hyperventilating. If someone unleashed both Zane and I out in a war, we could take out an entire army. I drop to the floor and pull my hands to my face.
“They fucking touched her. They fucking touched her!” I roar.
“She was mine. Just mine. So pure and so innocent and they fucking touched her!” I rip my T-shirt off and cover my face with it trying to control my breathing and pull myself back under control. My chest heaves as the feeling of pure anger takes control of me. I’m lost in the darkness of complete and utter rage. “They fucking touched my girl,” I whisper in disbelief.
Zane begins walking out the door with no emotion evident on his face. “Everyone with a cut on, get the fuck in the van. Now,” he yells as he continues to storm out the door.
I sit there motionless. Blake pulls me up by my arms, swinging an arm around my waist as he throws my arm around his neck.
“Yo, Ollie, need some help here,” he says, trying to hold me up.
Ollie comes to the other side and throws my other arm over his shoulder while they walk me out to the van.
I need to kill something. Now.
When we hit Drago’s gravel road, I see all his lights out. As the van has almost pulled to a stop, I swing open my door and walk up to his door, kicking it down.
“Drago!” I yell out, looking into the rooms.
When I reach the kitchen, I see a note on the bench.
Please don’t kill me. We have a plan.
I scrunch up the piece of paper and throw it on the bench. Gripping onto the kitchen counter until my knuckles are white I yell, “Fuck!”
Zane walks in and picks up the paper. “Dumb motherfucker!”
Pushing off the bench I make my way into the computer room, kicking the door down and turning on all the computers, which are all locked. Of course, they are. I pick up one of the computers and throw it across the room.
“What the fuck is he thinking? He has Abby and Phoebe as well,” Blake yells from behind me. I storm back outside and sit down on the step. Shaking my head when I feel Zane’s presence behind me.
“He’s not going to let them go, Zane. I’ve never met the man before, but I have heard of him. A lot.”
Zane sits next to me. “We fly to Russia,” he states categorically as he hands me a bottle of whiskey.
I take a long pull. “We fly to Russia,” I reiterate.
The next morning the sun assaults my eyes. I look around slowly and notice I’d fallen asleep on the porch. Sitting forward I squeeze my eyes shut.
Zane walks out of the house, the front door slamming behind him. “Joseph is pulling a team together. We will take his jet, it’s already here.”
I nod and my phone starts ringing in my pocket. I fish it out and swipe it unlocked.
“What.”
“Ade. It’s Sandra. I heard about your girl. What can I do to help?”
Narrowing my eyes, I look to Zane and for the first time since my girl was taken, I smile.
“Thanks, Sandra. We have the jet. Could do with a couple of men and some extra weapons.”
“Done. Now I need something.”
I nod my head. “I thought you might.”
“I need Kazimir Lyov. Alive.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions Aidan. Just do it.”
I shrug my shoulders and hang up my phone
“That was Sandra Fisick.”
I see Zane’s eyes light up. “Fucking perfect.”
Sandra Fisick is the Director of the CIA. There’s times when she might need me. But that’s not the only reason, she was close to my mom when they were younger, too. She watched me grow.
“Ready?”
“Born ready.”
“I don’t have a father-in-law,” I say deadpan.
He laughs. “Well, I guess you don’t.”
“You’re Ade’s dad? I thought he was dead.”
“Mmm, well, there’s a lot you don’t know.”