Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Have you seen EZ?” I ask him, hating to bother him in what I sense might be a pivotal moment—to put it gently—but still doing it.
“Computer room,” he grunts as Trixie dry humps her naked ass against Shadow’s lap.
I leave just as he pulls her up and undoes his pants. This is not my life, but I’m thinking if Antonio hadn’t been born into the DeLuca family, he would have made a hell of a biker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t visit EZ with his wife just for shits and giggles. He doesn’t let anyone touch Melina. If they do, they die. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like putting her body on display so they can all see what belongs to him.
I’m the opposite. If anyone sees my Kitten naked other than me? I’ll end them. She’s mine. God, I miss her. I go straight to the computer room and find EZ bent over a computer screen talking to Ghost.
He looks over at me and grins. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
“What are you working on?”
“Well, when Mildred mentioned a Russian accent—”
“She said it could have been Italian, too.”
“Yeah, but then she mentioned the name Abraham,” he argues.
“Did that ring a bell?”
“Well, the only Abraham I know is our former president,” he chuckles.
“So, it’s another dead end.”
“I do, however, know an Abram which could sound similar if you’re in your eighties and hard of hearing, or if your television is on. Old Abram isn’t just Russian, he is the Russian.”
“We don’t really deal with the Russians. I mean, Antonio is looking at opening a base here in Phoenix, but so far, we’ve left Bratva territory to the Bratva and they’re respected our property, too. At least, that was the deal until this thing with Helena popped up.”
“Well, Abram is the eldest brother of the Levkin clan. As bad as the three Russian amigos are here in Phoenix, their brother Abram who lives in Malibu, is worse. He’s wired up a million different ways, and all of them wrong. Word is, he’s got one of the biggest human trafficking rings around. Ivan Levkin is the leader here. He’s a year younger than Abram. He’s a slimy motherfucker, but if the rumors are true and he’s answering solely to Abram these days, Marco’s woman was about to be shipped out of the country to be used in ways no woman wants.
“Fuck,” I hiss. If that’s the case, we probably saved Helena in the nick of time. Then, a scarier thought hits me. “Were these the men that attacked my woman?”
“It’s possible, but they didn’t—for whatever reason—take her, and that’s not usually the M.O. where Abram is involved.”
“Do you have any pictures of this asshole?” I ask.
My heart is running away with me. Just the thought of this kind of scumbag being near my sweet Gia and my blood runs cold.
“I just pulled some up,” Ghost says in his gravelly voice.
He angles the computer screen to give me a better view. And I look at the images. The first is a man, older than me, probably in his early forties. “Is this him?” I ask, frowning. Nothing about him looks familiar, but that’s not surprising. “We could always take his picture and show Mildred,” I mumble. Another image moves to the screen. This one is Abram again and he’s with a man who is about the same age as him, or maybe a little younger.
“This is Abram with his Underboss, Adam Dolan. Word on the street is he is just as evil as Abram himself.”
“I still don’t know either of them,” I admit with a sigh. “We can head back to Mildred’s in the morning if your ass is up to it.”
“No pussy has put me out of commission yet, and if my wife can’t do it, no furry four-legged one will either,” he quips. “There’s one more picture for you to look at.”
Ghost pulls it up and I freeze. This time Abram is standing by a plane, looking stoic. He has his hand resting on that of a younger kid. The kid is what catches my eye. “I know him,” I snarl. My head is pounding, and my palms are sweaty with the need to find Gia now.
“You do?” EZ asks.
“That’s Gia’s stepbrother.”
“Fuck,” EZ grunts.
“Jesus, do you think Sam is the one who attacked her back then? That son of a bitch would have to be stalking her to show up all these years later.”
“That’s one possibility, but I’ve heard talk of Abram’s boy. They said he had broken away on his own and his father pulled him back in. Some whispered a woman was involved. Others said he was scared of his father and just did what the man demanded. There’s not a lot me or Ghost, either one, can find on Abram’s son to be honest.”