Illegally His!!??

XIII

Xavier's POV:

Finally, the Americans have decided to meet with us. Securing a meeting with them wasn't the hard part, but convincing them to meet their leader, Kai Parker, is an achievement in itself.

Kai is the most powerful American capo, yet no one has ever seen him—not even his own men. Some even speculate that he might not be American at all; his true identity is shrouded in mystery. All I know is that the former capo—Raymond Parker, was American and Kai was his most trusted confidant, which is why he was chosen as the leader. 

As for Kai's nationality, who knows?

Today, I'm finally set to meet the enigmatic capo known for his rage and decisive actions. I just hope things go in my favor.

Lost in thought about the Americans and the upcoming meeting, I hear footsteps approaching. I look up to see Lucian standing in the entrance, his expression neutral.

"Where is my Meera?" I wonder, scanning behind him, but to my surprise, he's alone.

Fury ignites within me as I demand, "WHERE IS MEERA?"

Lucian's confusion mirrors my own as he replies, "I sent her with the men I thought you sent."

But wait—I never sent anyone for her.

My blood boils as realization dawns, and I growl in a dangerous tone, "What men? I didn't send anyone for Meera."

That's when the gravity of the situation hits me: Meera is in danger.

As I looked at Lucian, I could tell he understood the gravity of the situation too. For the first time since his parents' death, I saw rage in his eyes—and a hint of worry for Meera.

For someone like Lucian, who is always neutral or cold, this was new to me. Ever since the tragedy with his parents, he hadn't been the same.

I was lost in my thoughts about Meera, imagining the worst possible outcomes and silently cursing myself, when Lucian's cold voice snapped me back to reality. "We need to find her as soon as possible, Xavier."

Damn. Lucian never calls me by my name unless things are seriously out of hand. I nodded, quickly commanding him, "Get the head of security in here. Now. Text our men and tell them to search the area thoroughly."

Minutes later, the head of security arrived with a few of his men, all bowing deeply in respect. "You summoned us, boss."

I nodded, pacing around the room, my anger simmering just below the surface. "I need to see the CCTV footage right now."

I noticed their eyes flickering nervously between me and Lucian, but they nodded, clearly shaken. "Of course, boss. Follow us," the head said as he led us to the security room.

Lucian and I stormed through the hallway. I glanced back at the room one last time. 

Shit. The Americans will have to wait a little longer. Even though meeting Kai Parker is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Meera's safety is my top priority.

As we entered the security room, everyone stood up and bowed deeply. "Good evening, boss."

I nodded curtly and barked, "I need to see the CCTV footage for the last hour. Now."

They understood the urgency and quickly started working, their fingers flying across the keyboards. As the footage played on the large screens, Lucian and I scanned every frame, eyes sharp.

Then something caught our attention.

I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. "Zoom in on that face."

When the image sharpened, we realized who it was. None other than the right-hand man of that Italian bastard—DANTE.

My anger surged as the video played on. These Italians are going to be dead meat tonight.

Just then, Lucian's cold voice cut through the air. "Zoom in on that car's number plate." As the digits became clearer, he swiftly texted someone to check the car's registration.

My phone rang, the screen flashing the name of one of my men.

In a low, dangerous tone, I pressed the call to my ear. "Speak."

"Boss, we found Miss Meera's bracelet and her necklace in an abandoned alley not far from the Raven," he said, his voice laced with tension.

"WHERE? SEND ME THE LOCATION. I'M COMING," I roared, my mind racing with the worst possibilities. I shot a glance at Lucian, then stormed out of the security room, adrenaline surging through me.

When we reached the location, our men stood nervously, their expressions tight. They rushed to me, handing over her bracelet and necklace. The cold metal pressed into my palm, and my heart dropped.

SHIT, I SHOULD HAVE PROTECTED HER. I SHOULD HAVE KEPT HER WITH ME. I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE WHERE SHE IS OR HOW SHE'S HOLDING UP. HANG ON, MEERA—I WILL FIND YOU.

"Boss, the car they took Meera in was stolen a week ago," Lucian reported, hanging up the call with a grim expression.

This was all premeditated. Someone had been planning this for a long time.

Frustration gnawed at me until a thought struck like lightning—GPS. I had planted a tracker in her accessories the moment I brought her here to Russia, just in case she ever tries escaping.

"Lucian," I barked, "locate her using the tracker on her earrings."

Without hesitation, Lucian called our cyber team, urgency in his voice. Moments felt like hours, but finally, the call returned with her last known location—near an abandoned warehouse not far from here.

Meera, I'm coming.