Her Russian

Chapter 34-The Interrogation

(as requested a picture of Maxim Adamov...Pedro Perestrello)

Ilia was beyond pissed.  He was livid.  He was seeing red.  An unspoken line had been crossed.  You do not mess with the boss's family, i.e. his lover, his wife, his significant other.  It didn't matter.  When that line is crossed it means all out war.

Ilia's most trusted men were basically assessing the scene from where Galina was taken.  They told him that the width of the tire tracks led them to believe it was an SUV, like the one they kept on hand.

Everything was in her purse except her phone and medication, which told them a) they knew about her heart condition and b) they wanted to contact him and they would do it through her phone.

And the fact that only one of her shoes was left behind meant she'd put up a fight until whatever they drugged her with kicked in.

Once everything had been collected, Ilia wanted Roman to investigate who would have had access to the club in order to do what they did in the bathroom and the fact that no one ever saw or heard a thing led them all to believe it was done after hours, when no one was around.

Max leaned in and told him that Aleryia had been found and was at the Kiln waiting on them to arrive.  When Ilia asked about her state of mind, Max just grinned and said "She's scared shitless, boss."

Good.  She'd better be.  He was going to rain down hell fire and brimstone on her for her part in this.  He knew very good and well she had a part in this because of their last interaction.

She had basically threatened him and that was her first mistake and even though he'd wanted her head that night, he did nothing because of Galina.  She was just too good for his world.

Ilia would be ready to jump into the interrogation but he was going to let Maxim at her first.  He was after all Ilia's enforcer and he could get anyone to talk.  They would rat out their own mother by the time he was finished with her.

By the time they had arrived at the Kiln, there were men everywhere.  When a boss has a family member taken or an act of violence committed against them, the organization comes out in full force.

Ilia had so many different facets to his organization it would boggle the mind.  He had already gotten in touch with his trackers and they had begun with security camera footage in and around the club and into the city.

Ilia was impatient and time was of the essence.  He had no idea who Aleryia was working for but he was sure that they had his woman and he would leave no rock unturned and no lead would be turned away.

Once they'd finally reached the warehouse, Ilia was already pulling off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves as was Maxim.  He could see the determination in his second-in-command's face and was hoping to use that to their advantage.

As they continued their walk towards where the prisoner was being held, Maxim had shed his jacket and dress shirt, leaving only a wife beater on his body and he was pulling black surgical gloves from his pocket.

He had the same beautiful steel gray eyes as Ilia, sexy stubble on his face and his body was built fit and strong.  He was just as gorgeous as Ilia was and the only reason he'd never settled down was because he couldn't find a woman he thought was strong enough to handle his way of life.

Ilia stopped him just short of the door.  "All rules are off the table" Ilia said, his tone hard and cold.  "I don't care what you have to do to her, just get her to talk."  Maxim nodded as he went in and Ilia watched from behind a two way mirror.

Aleryia had already started her bullshit mouth running, cursing Ilia and Maxim and especially Galina.  "I told you not to fuck with the people I work for, Ilia!" she shouted into the mirror.  She knew he was behind there looking on.