CHOSEN BY A SINNER (Completed)

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My stomach bottoms out, and my heart shrivels to the size

of a fucking pea.

God, no.

There's a sharp pain in my heart as the raw fear knocks me back a step.

Mariya.

Lowering my eyes to the ring in my palm, my voice is hoarse as I say, "This is Mariya's wedding ring. It was delivered to us."

"What?" Viktor slowly gets up, shock tightening his features.

I pull my phone out and dial her number. When it goes to

voicemail, the air wooshes from my lungs. "Fuck!"

Not this. Anything but this.

I try Lev and Ivan's numbers, but the same thing happens. "Motherfucking fuck," I shout, anger starting to mix with the panic flaying my chest raw.

Viktor sits down and starts to type as if his very life depends on it. Seconds later, he says, "Tijuana. She's in fucking Mexico."

The relief that hits me in the gut is drowned out by the

shock that she's already been taken across the border.

"You have a tracking device on her?" I ask. "Please tell me it's not something she can lose."

"It's embedded beneath her skin." Viktor taps his shoulder. "Covered by a tattoo."

Thank fucking Christ.

"Let's go," I snap, rage boiling in my veins.