Chapter 80
Nico
My heart is racing. The angst is building up inside me and not even being back on my plantation in Atlanta, with all the beauty that surrounds me can change that.
If something has happened to Lucky or someone has touched the hair on her head, I swear to God they will be at my personal mercy. That is not going to work out well for them.
First, we need to put the connection with Mia together with Yelena and Andrewkov. The cunt, how dare he have crossed me? If it wasn’t for the fact that we need more information, I’d have taken a gun straight to his head.
I’d thought that being with Lucky had changed me as a man and I would no longer even contemplate such a sin. Ha! Her being taken has turned me back into the wild animal inside that I once was. There will be no talking, there will only be cold steel and the barrel pointed at them.
Yelena, it seems continues to elude us, but we will find her. I have the best men on the job and at my disposal. Ex-marines and Navy Seals and of course the unscrupulous hardcases off the street who have no morals whatsoever.
I open my deluxe Porsche mobile, greeted on the screen by a smiling Lucky. Her black hair all hanging around her shoulders, a glint in her eye telling me to bed her and that wicked smile of hers that could bring men stronger than me to their knees.
It was taken when we had a weekend away in the Bahamas. The sun, the ocean, the freedom of just the two of us. Sand is on her bikini from where I covered her to her neck. It should make me smile, yet right now it makes me sad in my heart. There is a dull, physical ache where once it was happiness like no other could imagine. I put the mobile back in my pocket as my house keeper enters the office.
“Sir, do you want something to drink? Coffee perhaps?” Manuela my housekeeper here on the plantation asks me. She’s a sweet, older woman at a guess in her sixties. Really, she should be considering retirement. I have even offered her a good package in the past but she has asked me what would she do with her time. This is her home and her life and apparently, she loves to be here for me.
“Coffee please, Manuela.” Even though I want to pour myself a nice stiff Macallan on the drinks tray in this office where I am currently looking out to the grounds. The flowers are in abundance all array of colors and exotic trees display themselves like proud peacocks.
“Very well, Sir. Will your lady be joining us? We are yet to meet her and very excited at the prospect.”
I turn and face Manuela, her hair is still rich chocolate color with only a few subtle greys to be seen. She wears it tied up in a bun at the back of her head. She is graceful with a slender body from the years of yoga that she practices.
“Not on this visit I’m afraid. But soon, Manuela. Can you have the staff make up the rooms for my brother. Tony will be joining me later this evening all being well.”
“Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish. Can I just say, it is good to see you after so long. And how is Kratos? He must have grown some by now.” She smiles at the mere mention of my dog. He is loved by everyone.
“Thank you, Manuela. Kratos is indeed growing into a fine and handsome dog. I couldn’t bring him with me on this trip as I have much to do and not enough time to spend with him.”
She nods and leaves me in my office that all of a sudden feels oppressive. Even though there are floor to ceiling arched windows affording much light into the large, square space lined with cabinets for all my books. Lucky would love this space.
Lucky where the fuck are you?
My phone rings. I take it out of my jacket pocket and see it is Tony calling.
“Any news?” I ask him eagerly.
“We are running the plates on the van from the camera feeds we have. It took some cajoling but we got access and have traced the vans movements to a small private airstrip.”
I rake my hands through my hair. “Fuck! They have flown her somewhere?”
“It looks that way, Brother. We have people on it checking the logs and speaking to the airfield. It’s going to take a little more time. Be patient. I am sure that they won’t harm Lucky, Nico.”
“How can you be so sure?” Manuela enters with my coffee and sets it on my masculine, emperor brown marble office table. I mouth thank you to her. She nods her head and leaves quietly leaving me to my conversation
“Because Nico, use your fucking head. They want her alive to get to you as some kind of deal. She will be their bargaining chip. They need her to be breathing.”
“Well then why haven’t they contacted me yet for whatever it is these cunts want?”
I blow out, what I really want to do is punch something, anything. Maybe I need to go to my basement gym and work this shit out and clear my head.
“Biding their time most likely. They want you to stew, they want you to feel the pain of loss for a while. Don’t worry, Brother, they will be in contact.”
“They better. I want my princess back. I will not rest until I have her. How are the parents?”
“Not doing great, her mother is a fucking mess and her father isn’t much better. Get some rest, Nico and wake up with a clear head. We are on it; everyone is on it. Do you want the police involved?”
“What the fuck? No way, keep them out of it. On second thoughts, get those involved who are on our payroll but this needs to be hush hush. It won’t do anyone any good. Least of all Lucky, if anything gets leaked to the press. We are too high profile and it’ll get out of hand before you know it. That could endanger Lucky’s life.”
“Okay, you got it. I’m on it. Speak soon. I will join you in the early hours of the morning.”
We hang up. I place my mobile on the cold marble desk and stuff my hands in my pockets staring out to the grounds.
I fucking knew it was a bad idea to be involved with anyone. Love can make you weak to the opponent. And that is what I have done. I have weakened myself, me the King of New York city is rendered weak and accessible in the worst way possible.
Let them contact me, we will find them and then I will every last motherfucking cunt!