Bratva-Ivan

The Search

TW- CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF SA. READ WITH CAUTION.

Whiz

Ivan was hysterical. I had never seen him this broken. As soon as he walked in as we waited for Hatchet, he collapsed into his chair.

We had met at the MC to discuss our next moves. As soon as Hatchet walked into the room the temperature dropped. His face was pale, eyes sunken. I noticed his knuckles were cut and bruised.

"Whiz, please tell me you found something."

I had, but nothing significant. They were moving fast, probably making their way to Mexico.

"GPS puts them heading towards Florida. Probably preparing for a flight is my guess. No real communication with each other but some phone calls to Mexican numbers. Nothing much said in them, besides coordinates to MIami International Airport. Guessing they have a private air strip there."

The room went silent. I had a feeling we'd be traveling real soon.

Ivan

I was a mess, but I needed to keep my head in the game. We've been through this before, unfortunately.

So we boarded my plane. Me, Whiz, Hatchet and Ace. Along with a handful of my men. Hopefully, we'll intercept them before they get out of the country. Otherwise, we'd be facing the Cartel head on. But it didn't matter to me. I'd walk through the fire to get her back. And whoever was in my fu*king way would be losing limbs.

By the time we made it to Miami, we hadn't seen any sign of them. Yet.

We waited. For hours. Until we finally spotted them pulling up to the air strip. And we attacked. Dropping the men one by one until only Luis and a few others were upright. They looked tired. Good. But still no sign of my Olivia.

We took them back to a warehouse I had rented. Or rather I bribed the owner. By the time I was done with them, I'd either know where she was, or have a very blo*dy scene in front of me.

It didn't take long for Luis to break down. After removing his eye, he couldn't take it anymore. Not because he cared, but because he knew his life was coming to an end.Apparently, his second in command went rogue with Olivia. He had attempted to as*asinate Luis and the others but failed, opting to run. It made my blood run cold. He was willing to backstab the cartel for her.

That fu*k was obsessed with her. I'm sure he was headed back to Mexico, but without the cartels' help, he was basically on his own.

So why?

It didn't take me long to come to my senses. Because Olivia. She was perfect. And if my math was right, and Whizs Intel as well, he had been watching her for years. Probably doing some sick sh*t. She hadn't exactly told me everything, but after confronting her about the pictures he had finally, she told me the little she could get out without becoming physically ill.

So now we have eyes on the streets. All the sister MCs had a BOLO as well as my brothers with the Irish. The Irish did a lot more street work, so I was fairly confident they would see or hear something soon. But it still didn't feel like enough. Even the sick sense of resolve I got when the last of Luis and the others dissolved in barrels didn't come.

I was lost without her. The thoughts of what that sick pri*k was doing to her made my skin crawl. His disgusting mitts on her. Was she crying? Hurt? If I knew my princess like I did, she would have been fighting. And I'm sure that had him enraged. But hopefully his obsession would keep her alive. And once I found him, then, his life would be one long, painful existence. He wouldn't d*e slowly, oh no. Maybe a few weeks. Months? The ideas mulling in my head would make any normal man sick.

And while he rotted in my cage, I would be worshiping my princess. Take her away. Far away. Where she could forget whatever the fu*k he was doing to her. Where she could finally feel free, bask in it. Where I could finally make her my wife.

Hatchet

When Ivan offered me the opportunity to do whatever I wanted to to Luis I didn't even have my normal blo*d lust to do anything. Sure he had hurt my Oli, but I had my eyes on the pri*k who had her now. The a*shole who had been obsessed with her for her entire life. All these men that surrounded her failed. And if they didn't fail her, they made her their prey.

It made me sick.

How could anyone treat a woman the way they had? And now she was gone. I felt like I failed her. When she came to us, she was broken. But wouldn't let us know that. The defiance in her eyes was glaring. She didn't want our help, but I knew she needed it. So rather than lock her away like I wanted to, I let her strive. And strive she did.

Even after she met Ivan, I saw her grow. Now don't get me wrong. Normally, I would want the closest thing to a daughter anywhere near Ivan. No offense to the guy, he was a close ally. But he was also a pig. And slightly more psychotic than I.

But I saw the way he was with her. How much he cared. His eyes never strayed. And now he was out of his mind. Raging. And seeing him with Luis showed exactly who Ivan really was. We weren't much different. Savages. And we would find her. No matter what.

Ivan

My brothers with the Irish didn't fail me. They spotted them. Outside of San Antonio. I'm guessing he was trying to figure out a way to get across the border with her. That was going to work in our favor. There's no way he was dragging her across the border on foot. She would be literally kicking and screaming the entire way. Without the cartel's backing, he didn't have a means to make a swift exit. That would give us enough time to get down there.

So I had the Irish keeping an eye on them until we could make our way down.

Yelena had been blowing up my phone. I knew she was devastated, but I couldn't have any distractions. So I had Alex giving her updates through Diablo. It seemed to help a little, but I still kept getting the occasional text that told me I was in deep sh*t with her when I got home.

We finally boarded the jet to head for Texas. Miguel was so fu*ked when I got my hands on him. Depending on how hurt she was depended on the time I'd spend dealing pain out to him.

I stared out the window watching the clouds below. I'm coming for you princess. Stay strong.

Olivia

I was lying in what I could only assume was the bathtub. It was cold and smooth. My naked body was screaming at the sensation. The rough cold water burned my skin. I finally peeled my eyes open hoping I was dreaming.

And then I saw those dark evil eyes staring down at me. Miguel.

He had the same crazed look on his face he had for days. Furious I wouldn't submit to him. There was only one man I'd submit to. And I knew he was going out of his mind and that k*led me. But I also knew he was coming for me.

No matter how many times Miguel took me against my will, beat me, tried to force me to tell him I loved him and I was his. I refused. I'd laughed at him. Would mock him about how long he lasted. Thus, how I ended up in the bathtub unconscious.

Don't get me wrong. This was breaking me down. But I had to make sure he didn't know that. Make sure he knew I would survive this, and he wouldn't be the end of me. That after all he's done to me, I would continue on with life. But it was getting harder to fight. Mostly because he was getting more violent. I don't know what happened between him and my brother, but whatever did was bad. He was on his own and was scared. I'd have to take advantage of this.

Get out. Survive. And live. For myself. And Ivan.