Page 91 of Forced & Obsessed By the Bratva King
“Not happening,” he says as he starts the engine. “You’re distracted, and I’d rather make it to the marina in one piece thanend up wrapped around a tree because you can’t keep your mind off your wife.”
Under any other circumstances, I would argue.
Right now, I don’t have the patience.
I mutter a curse under my breath, slam the passenger door shut behind me, and pull my phone out again as Mikhail throws the SUV into gear.
Elena still hasn’t answered.
Clenching my phone between my fingers, I stare out the windshield as Miami rushes past in a blur of concrete and sunlight.
My phone suddenly rings, and my heart jumps. Every muscle in my body goes rigid when I see Elena’s name flashing across the screen.
I swipe the answer icon immediately. For a second, all I hear is static and distant shouting, followed by gunshots.
“Leo.” Her voice cracks, and I can tell she’s been crying. “Are you there?”
“I’m here, baby.” I close my eyes, trying not to let her feel the terror coursing through me right now. I’m so fucking afraid it’ll be too late by the time I get there. I’m so afraid I’ll helplessly watch someone I love get hurt again. “Where are you?”
A burst of gunfire explodes somewhere in the background, and she gasps. “I don’t know…I’m hiding behind some containers at dock twelve. Dimitri’s badly wounded. Sergei and Nikolai are dead. I’m so scared.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I close my eyes for a moment. “Listen to me carefully, okay? Stay where you are. Do not move. Do you understand?”
Her breath hitches, and I can tell she’s fighting a sob. “Okay.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes, okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”
Her shaky inhale makes my chest constrict. “Okay.”
The line goes dead.
Mikhail doesn’t ask any questions. He just presses his foot to the accelerator, and five minutes later, the marina comes into view.
Dark smoke covers the sky and police sirens wail in the distance, competing with the bang of gunfire still echoing between the shipping containers.
There’s a large crowd around the marina entrance, even though security shouts at them to get back to safety.
I don’t wait for Mikhail to pull the SUV to a full stop before I throw the door open and jump out.
Mikhail barks my name, his voice laced with concern, but I ignore him and keep moving.
Several of my men spill from the vehicles around us, their weapons drawn as they fan out across the docks.
I pull my gun from my holster as I reach the destruction ahead. Bullet holes pepper the sides of shipping containers; a forklift sits abandoned in the middle of the lane with its windshield shattered.
Mikhail catches up beside me, holding an assault rifle. There’s a newly lit cigar between his lips. He drags a long inhale from his cigar and exhales a cloud of smoke. “This could be a trap, you know?”
“Of course it’s a fucking trap.”
He stares at me as if he’s worried I’ve lost my mind.
Maybe I have.
But if Vasili’s stupid enough to be waiting for me in the marina, he’s about to have the worst fucking day of his life.
Another burst of gunfire erupts somewhere ahead. The sound bounces violently between the steel containers.
One of my men signals from the corner of a lane. “There’s movement at three o’clock.”
