Chapter 41
SLADE
I’ve been having some of my men follow Georgino while he’s been in Russia doing god knows what.
Since Isabella has been stuck in the house since the bookstore incident, Georgino has had nothing to do besides get food from some sandwich place across from the hotel he’s at.
After that he goes back to his hotel room.
I could have my men or a sniper kill him in his hotel but I want this motherfucker to suffer.
I want to be the one with his blood on my hands.
I want to be the last thing he sees before he dies.
Niko is in my office right now going over the bait plan. We are going over precautions and what to look out for just in case anything happens.
I don’t think Isabella is ready.
I don’t think she ever will be because I’m starting to realize that I could lose her.
I realize that I have something or someone to lose which means I have a weakness.
I was the type of person to be immune to other people. I was quiet and didn’t care about anyone’s thoughts or likes or opinions.
But then my eyes settled on hers and everything changed.
I felt the walls that I’d built so high because of my dad, falling and she is the one who fucking brought them down with just a touch of her finger.
I always thought Landon was pussy whipped for his ex but I started falling for Isabella, slowly, deadly, and now I get it.
I fucking get it.
“So when are we thinking about doing this, sir?” Niko asks, writing shit in his notebook.
He writes everything in there.
I have offered to give him a tablet or laptop since it’s easier but he would rather write everything down.
“Next week. I want this done as soon as possible to get this shit over with.” I lean back in my chair and rub my forehead, feeling exhausted from all of these meetings with my brothers and Niko.
If I’m not in a meeting with these guys, I am with Isabella training or fucking her.
Instead of doing those things, I want to actually spend time with her. I want her to write and me to read books like how we did in the apartment.
I just want a break and to stop constantly worrying.
That’s all I do now.
Fucking worry worry worry.
I don’t need this shit.
My office door opens and Ryker rushes in. “You know the girls left right? They aren’t anywhere in the house.”
I stand up and my heart starts pounding but I try to hide my worry. “What?”
“Isabella, Angel, and Isabella’s friend aren’t here. Boris isn’t around either.”
“Yebat'!” I yell and grab my gun from the desk, tucking it into my waistband. “I want Alexei, Ivan, Levi, Ray, and you in a car. Find Isabella’s location through the tracker.” I tell Niko.
“Yes, sir. Already on it. Looks like she’s currently at a club. Has been there for thirty minutes now.”
“How did no one know they were gone for almost a fucking hour?!”
I’m fucking fuming and all I want to do is slit someone’s throat.
“I’ll send you the location, sir,” Niko says before leaving Ryker and I in the office.
I’m about to go with him but Ryker grabs my arm and I glare at his hand on my arm. “What?!”
“You need to relax,” Ryker says calmly. “You’ve been like a bomb ever since you came back to Russia and now that you have someone you need to protect and care for, you need to stay focused and calm, now more than ever.
” He rests his hand on my shoulder. “We’ll get her and the rest of them but you need to bring out that old Slade who was in New York.
Bring out the cold- blooded killer who I know is still in there. ”
He’s right.
All worrying will lead to is Isabella ending up dead.
And like a switch, it flicks.
I calm down and erase all of the worries in my mind.
I nod before taking his hand off me and rushing out of my office. When I get outside I see the X6M Comp with bullet proof windows leave the driveway with Niko behind the wheel.
I open the garage, and my eyes go to my bike.
After not having it for almost two months, I’m desperate to drive this thing again.
“I’ll meet you there,” Ryker says as I sprint towards my bike.
I grab the key off the board with all my keys for my cars and my motorcycles.
Ryker gets into his GT3 RS before zooming off, out of the estate.
Two helmets and my backpack are on the bike. After I put my face covering on, I throw on a helmet and put the other one in the backpack.
I turn the engine on and kick the stand before driving off.
It’s a thirty minute drive to the club but I get there in ten minutes.
I ran red lights and cut multiple people off.
I passed Ryker and Niko on the way so I’m the first one to get to the club.
Why the fuck are they at a club anyways?
Are they stupid?
Angel isn’t even eighteen yet.
Who in their right mind would fucking-
No, no, no, I need to stop.
I can’t be thinking like this.
I need to focus.
I pull into the alleyway between the club and some bar next door. I hide my bike behind a wall that covers the trash bins. I turn the engine off and kick the stand down.
Music is playing from both places and a bunch of people are yelling and screaming.
I take my helmet off, leaving my face covering on, and rest it on the handle bar.
My phone buzzes with a message.
I pull it out and see a message from Ryker telling me to slow down before I eat shit and die.
I pocket my phone and check my gun, making sure it’s loaded.
I also have more magazines in my holster that I grabbed on my way downstairs.
I’m not exactly wearing club attire but it’ll do. I’m in black jeans and a plain black shirt.
There is a door on the side of the building.
I rush towards the door and turn the handle and thank fuck it’s open.
Music blasts and the lights are dimmed. I push past multiple people to get to the part of the club where I can see everything.
I find stairs that take me to the top floor. I shove myself through the crowds and I try my best not to “accidentally” shoot someone’s leg to make them move out of the way.
The music in the club makes me feel high.
They are playing Brazilian funk music and some Russian EDM songs. They rarely play English songs in clubs here but a good amount of people in Russia do listen to English music.
Upstairs there are chairs and tables but also a railing that overlooks the entire club.
I rest my arms on the railing as I stare down at all the dancing bodies. My eyes search every single person, trying to find a familiar face.
They go to the bar, the hallway, towards the restroom, and when I get to the dance floor it’s hard to see with the flashing lights and I can’t concentrate with the loud music.
“Have you found them?” Ryker yells in my ear, resting his elbows on the railing.
“No, I’m still looking.”
He searches with me quietly and after a few more faces I fucking find her.
It’s hard to see from here but she is wearing a blue mini dress and her hair is in its naturally wavy state.
She is smiling and laughing and is definitely fucking drunk.
All I feel like doing right now is taking her by her hair and punishing her with a slap to her ass and a hard thrust inside her that just makes her wanna cry. I’m not going to stop until I have her begging.
She has no clue what’s coming for her.
The devil in the dark.