Luka's POV
"What do you mean she's missing?!!" Nikolai slammed the table with his palm.
Everyone at the house was busy looking for her. Even Demyan hasn't got back, afraid that he might get shot for losing Olga. Again.
But I could feel it, this was my fault. I kept on seeing the CCTV footage of her. She voluntarily headed out to the restaurant with the guy.
I know she was upset with me, and she's a brat, my brat. I should've known better. I know every time I let her down she would do things to irritate me. And having lunch with some guy was it.
"I'm f*****g tracing her! Just shut it!" I was fuming at Nikolai, my mind was running at a high speed.
He was a bit taken back by my sudden outburst, but I couldn't care less. My fingers were typing furiously and at the same time, I hate
