Page 109 of Baby for the Bratva King

FELIX

“Coffee at 2 a.m.,” observes Gabriel as he barges into my office without knocking. “Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you still in my house?” I complain, turning around from my desk.

“Babysitting you before you make a mistake. Still not heard from your woman?”

“No.” I turn away from the computer, in the middle of hacking Saskia’s phone.

Gabriel leans over my shoulder, inspecting the screen. “I thought she lived in the Bronx.”

“Already checked her apartment."

“And?”

“Nothing.”

“Great,” says Gabriel. “Then consider this a big waste of your time.”

Unfortunately, the heart wants what it wants, and I will not sleep peacefully until I know Saskia is safe.

Vesper cannot be trusted, and as more time passes, the more I start to stress. Saskia answers her phone regularly. Granted—it’s the middle of the night, but I already broke into her apartment and there was nobody home.

Breaking an old lock was easy enough. Playing Vesper at his own game might be a little difficult.

I skull the rest of the coffee, clicking on the download button when the data finally appears.

I endure another five minutes of waiting, watching the percentage increase—taking it’s fucking damn time.

“Where’s Ziven when you need him,” groans Gabriel.

“I don’t want the rest of the Bratva finding out about this.”

“Why?”

Like he doesn’t already know the answer.

“He knows how to hack into phones.”

“Yes, thank you,” I grumble. “You can go now.”

Gabriel loiters behind me, always doing the opposite of what I tell him.

I turn back to the computer, navigating over to my downloads folder. I open the data, analyzing the reports. A map appears with a set of coordinates.

“No,” I panic under my breath as I zoom in.

“What is it?”

“South Bronx graveyard.” My blood runs cold. “No. There has to be some mistake.”

“You know what these youngsters are like,” chimes in Gabriel. “Can’t go anywhere without their phones these days. They have an anxious attachment.”

“Ubiraysya,” I huff.

“No, I’m not going anywhere.” Gabriel steps closer. “I can’t trust you.” He grabs the mouse and inspects the screen himself. “Here’s your sign. Now stop chasing the girl.” He points at the screen. “Looks like her father took care of the problem. Leave the blood on his hands and let’s drop this.”

If Vesper can lie to the nation, he can murder someone.