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the bed unmade. A search of the other rooms comes up empty.
She’s nowhere.
My heart rate increases as my chest tightens at the thought of not being able to find her. I have to get to her. I jog down to the beach, over by the gazebo, then through each of the tents and around the back sides of the buildings.
The last place I scour is Viktor’s cabin, but she’s not fucking there either and I feel like I can no longer breathe.
“Nooo!” I cry out, defeated and angry, kicking the cabin’s back door for good measure.
My mind can’t seem to process her just disappearing on me and not knowing where she is. We’ve gone for months of basically being attached at the hip and now it’s like half of my lung has been stolen from me and I can’t catch my breath.
Fuck. When did I start needing her?
Tate comes barreling around the side, appearing anxious and concerned, “Hey man, are you okay?”
“Fuck!”
Am I okay? He’s lost his mind asking me such a foolish question. Of course I’m not fine. Sabrina is nowhere to be found and I’m flipping the fuck out. I’ll be okay when she’s back in front of me where I can yell at her for scaring me like this.
“What’s up? Talk to me.”
“Sabrina is gone.” I spew out angrily, “Lev and Mishka find mess by tent. Now I look everywhere and nothing. I do not know what to do, Tatkiv.”
I can’t calm myself as I replay it to Tate. Instead of assessing the situation and thinking up a plan, I go ballistic, punching Viktor’s door over and over, my chest compressing more so that it feels like I’m having a heart attack.
“Stop!” Tate yells, but I ignore him, continuing in my pursuit to beat the door off the hinges. It may not solve my problems, but it feels damn good to explode on something. “Nikoli! Stop! Damn it, you won’t be able to use your fucking hands if you don’t calm down!”
Ignoring him, I pound on the hard surface, looking to destroy it. The pain steals away the thoughts of her being taken or harmed in any way. I hit it even harder, gritting as I feel the bones in my knuckles start to crunch and become numb.
Tate hunches down, turning so his side is faced towards me, then he drives into me with his shoulder like when we used to play football. It works, and his momentum knocks me off my balance, throwing me off my course of self-destruction and away from the door.
“Goddammit Nikoli! I said enough!” He shouts and I grow quiet, lying in a heap on the floor. “Calm down. You can’t track her if you don’t chill the fuck out.”
“She is lost.”
“No she’s not, you’re being dramatic. You found her before, and if needed, you’ll do it again.”
“What if I’m too late this time? I can’t let anyone hurt her and it almost happened this last time. I don’t get it; who’s foolish enough to come into the Mafiya, let alone a Bratva wedding? It’s like a goddamn hornet’s nest here today.”
Lev speaks up, “I think I may have an idea of where to start.”
Tate and I both turn to him, not realizing he’s been witnessing my meltdown the entire time.
“Speak,” I grit out sternly, on the cusp of blaming him for this mess, since he’s the one who discovered the mess in the first place.
“Yeah, so ummm, well, Viktor had an issue earlier. His uncle, the old King, Victor, showed up here. Alexei and Spartak know the details, I just had to watch the old man get shoved in a car and carted off the property.”
Tate barks suddenly, “Fuck! Viktor told me he needed to speak with me after the wedding. I got so tied up in everything and the guests, and I never got to talk to him. I bet that’s what he was going to say to me. Fuck! Alexei and Spartak left with them on security detail for the honeymoon too.”
“What an utter fucking mess. I made sure there were no issues at your wedding, Tatkiv; the Bratva cannot do the same?”
“It wasn’t the Bratva’s fault, Nikoli. We will get Sabrina back. I’m going to call my brother
She’s nowhere.
My heart rate increases as my chest tightens at the thought of not being able to find her. I have to get to her. I jog down to the beach, over by the gazebo, then through each of the tents and around the back sides of the buildings.
The last place I scour is Viktor’s cabin, but she’s not fucking there either and I feel like I can no longer breathe.
“Nooo!” I cry out, defeated and angry, kicking the cabin’s back door for good measure.
My mind can’t seem to process her just disappearing on me and not knowing where she is. We’ve gone for months of basically being attached at the hip and now it’s like half of my lung has been stolen from me and I can’t catch my breath.
Fuck. When did I start needing her?
Tate comes barreling around the side, appearing anxious and concerned, “Hey man, are you okay?”
“Fuck!”
Am I okay? He’s lost his mind asking me such a foolish question. Of course I’m not fine. Sabrina is nowhere to be found and I’m flipping the fuck out. I’ll be okay when she’s back in front of me where I can yell at her for scaring me like this.
“What’s up? Talk to me.”
“Sabrina is gone.” I spew out angrily, “Lev and Mishka find mess by tent. Now I look everywhere and nothing. I do not know what to do, Tatkiv.”
I can’t calm myself as I replay it to Tate. Instead of assessing the situation and thinking up a plan, I go ballistic, punching Viktor’s door over and over, my chest compressing more so that it feels like I’m having a heart attack.
“Stop!” Tate yells, but I ignore him, continuing in my pursuit to beat the door off the hinges. It may not solve my problems, but it feels damn good to explode on something. “Nikoli! Stop! Damn it, you won’t be able to use your fucking hands if you don’t calm down!”
Ignoring him, I pound on the hard surface, looking to destroy it. The pain steals away the thoughts of her being taken or harmed in any way. I hit it even harder, gritting as I feel the bones in my knuckles start to crunch and become numb.
Tate hunches down, turning so his side is faced towards me, then he drives into me with his shoulder like when we used to play football. It works, and his momentum knocks me off my balance, throwing me off my course of self-destruction and away from the door.
“Goddammit Nikoli! I said enough!” He shouts and I grow quiet, lying in a heap on the floor. “Calm down. You can’t track her if you don’t chill the fuck out.”
“She is lost.”
“No she’s not, you’re being dramatic. You found her before, and if needed, you’ll do it again.”
“What if I’m too late this time? I can’t let anyone hurt her and it almost happened this last time. I don’t get it; who’s foolish enough to come into the Mafiya, let alone a Bratva wedding? It’s like a goddamn hornet’s nest here today.”
Lev speaks up, “I think I may have an idea of where to start.”
Tate and I both turn to him, not realizing he’s been witnessing my meltdown the entire time.
“Speak,” I grit out sternly, on the cusp of blaming him for this mess, since he’s the one who discovered the mess in the first place.
“Yeah, so ummm, well, Viktor had an issue earlier. His uncle, the old King, Victor, showed up here. Alexei and Spartak know the details, I just had to watch the old man get shoved in a car and carted off the property.”
Tate barks suddenly, “Fuck! Viktor told me he needed to speak with me after the wedding. I got so tied up in everything and the guests, and I never got to talk to him. I bet that’s what he was going to say to me. Fuck! Alexei and Spartak left with them on security detail for the honeymoon too.”
“What an utter fucking mess. I made sure there were no issues at your wedding, Tatkiv; the Bratva cannot do the same?”
“It wasn’t the Bratva’s fault, Nikoli. We will get Sabrina back. I’m going to call my brother
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