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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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✯𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸✯
"Well, spit it out, Tiago. Non abbiamo tempo da perdere. (ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ.)" I insisted, gripping his swivel chair tightly as he kept his face to the screens, standing calmly like he couldn't bring himself to rush.
𝑂ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑.
I was already contemplating murder if he didn't fucking speak up in the next five seconds.
"They're taking them to Moscow." He stated, hand in pocket and a serious stance.
"Russia?" I wanted to ask if he was kidding, but Tiago never joked. If I was cold, he was fucking frost.
The news was surprising in the most pleasant way possible.
I didn't know whether to smile at the revelation, or laugh at Ricci's idiocy.
Moscow, Russia was the domain of the Petrov Bratva (mafia).
They were the most feared and respected clan after the Romano mafia.
The current Pakhan (boss), Aleksandr Petrov was a friend. He'd been a great business partner when I'd first ascended to power and a great contributor to our alcohol and weapons smuggling efforts in Russia.
"I checked the airport departures for tonight and tomorrow. Ricci is preparing his private jet for the flight as we speak."
One call to Aleksandr, and he would have his men ready to get the boys and detain any of Ricci's goons once they step foot on Russian soil.
My brow quivered in suspicion. Once again, this felt too fucking easy.
Ricci knew of my relations with the Russian mafia, in fact, all of my partners and foes alike did.
If he was taking them to Russia, it was for either one of two reasons. One, to trick me with their rescue somehow, and two, to distract me from a different destination.
"Tiago, how sure are you that the boys will be on that jet? You said Ricci is preparing for takeoff, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're aboard." I pointed out.
"I considered that, so I checked into human trafficking spots in Moscow." He sighed and straightened his glasses.
"There is one that's hosted annually by Pavlo Melnyk. He's Ricci's trading partner from Ukraine."
I knew of Melnyk. He was a pedophilian pig that preyed on young males. He was also a long time enemy of both Aleksandr and I for his disgusting practices.
He'd tried to establish a shipping system of kidnapped children in Rome four years ago. I had taken immediate action and forced him out of Italian soil.
