His Bratva Princess

Chapter 30

Viktor

"Quinn answer your phone right fucking now otherwise I'm going to find you and shoot you in the fucking dick," I scream over the phone and hang up.
"Jesus Christ, lad. I'm here now," Quinn holds his hands up in defence as he walks into my office where I told him to be four hours ago.
"Where the fuck have you been? I've called you like 50 times. Do you not get the severity of this situation? MY WIFE HAS BEEN TAKEN!" I roar and throw my phone at his head. He side steps the phone quickly and looks back to where it landed. In the mirror.
"Ello bucko," the ginger fuck named Patrick Murphy speaks.
      I look at Quinn's two main goons then back at him with the biggest glare I can muster.
      "This isn't a little girls princes party. What is boyfriend 1 and little ginger girl 2 doing here?" I ask.
     Patrick squares up and attempts to charge at me, Quinn grabs him and shakes his head.
     "I've been in Farrells house before. I know where it is and I've brought a map of all the possible places your wee lass could be," Quinn lays out the map he was talking about and circles areas for me to look at. At least all the bratva and mob don't live in their assigned countries. Instead, the main members live in the states to have regular meetings. We do tend to go back to home lands from time to time, but we have other people running the show here there for us.
"How can we get in?" I ask.
He points to two places on the map, "ere and ere, his guards lack proper ability to actually guard his property. I've snuck in more times then I can count. Just so ya know lad, Farrell has no concern with harming women. The bucket loads of women on his shipments prove it. Women to him are sex slaves or house cleaners," Quinn grumbles.
His words ignite an unfamiliar feeling within the left side of my chest. I rub it, hoping to ease the ache that now remains there. My lyubov is stuck there. And is at risk of being seriously harmed. She probably is harmed.
"We have to find her as soon as possible. Get your men ready and I'll get mine and Antoni's. We leave at sunset," I order.