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Page 12 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

The room falls silent for a moment. Outside the private room, the club pulses with life—music, laughter, the clinking ofglasses—but inside, all I feel is the familiar coldness of revenge settling deep in my bones.

The club outside continues its rhythm—pulsing music, clinking glasses, and the soft hum of distant laughter—but inside, the atmosphere is cold, calculated. Revenge is the only thing on my mind, but it needs to be done right. It needs to be thorough.

Artem leans forward, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he taps his fingers on the table. “I’ve got an idea,” he says slowly, his eyes flicking between Timur and me. “Instead of going straight for Kace, we should hit him where it really hurts—his connections. The man built his empire on relationships and alliances, right? If we start picking off his valuable connections, make him bleed money… we could bankrupt him before he even knows what’s happening.”

Timur scoffs, his lips curling into a grin. “Or we could just shoot his brains out. Simple. Clean.”

I narrow my eyes, shooting him a sharp look. “It’s not that simple, Timur. If we kill Kace now, it won’t just end with him. It’ll open up a whole mess of retaliation from the American Mafia. We’re not ready for that. Not yet.”

Timur rolls his eyes, but nods grudgingly. “Fine, fine. So what’s your plan, then?”

I sit back in my chair, considering Artem’s suggestion. He’s not wrong. Kace’s power comes from his connections, his network of allies and business partners. If we start dismantling that network, piece by piece, it’ll weaken him. Make him desperate. Desperate men make mistakes.

There’s something else. A more personal angle that I’ve been turning over in my mind since Henry gave me the information about Kace.

“Kace has a daughter,” I say, my voice low, but commanding. Artem and Timur both straighten up, their attention sharp. “Sophia Preston.”

Timur raises an eyebrow. “What about her; you thinking of going after the daughter?”

I shake my head. “We messed up last time. Grabbed the wrong girl. We won’t make that mistake again.”

Bratva code is clear—no violence against women. That doesn’t mean she’s off-limits completely, not now that I run things.

“She’s important to him,” I continue, leaning forward, my voice taking on a more calculating tone. “Kace is careful, protective of his family. If we want to get to him, we’re going to need her. Get her in our hands, and Kace will fall apart.”

Artem’s eyes light up with understanding, his grin widening. “You want to use her as bait.”

I nod slowly. “Exactly. If we have Sophia, Kace will be desperate to get her back. Desperation makes men sloppy, and when he’s scrambling to save his precious daughter, that’s when we hit him. Hard.”

Timur crosses his arms, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Smart. Make him think he’s got everything under control, then rip it all away.”

I turn to Artem, my voice sharp and precise. “I need everything on Sophia. Who she spends time with now, herroutines. I want to know her inside and out; she might not be the same woman we tried to grab all those years ago.”

Artem nods, already thinking ahead. “Consider it done, Boss. I’ll get my guys on it immediately.”

“Good,” I say, my mind racing through the possibilities. “We’re not going to rush this. We’ll be patient, we’ll be thorough. When the time’s right, we’ll pull the trigger—metaphorically.”

Timur smirks. “And then what? You think Kace will just come crawling, begging for his daughter back?”

I allow a small smile to tug at the corner of my mouth. “He’ll have no choice. He’ll be so focused on getting her back, he won’t see what’s really happening. We’ll bleed him dry, take his connections, his money, his power—and then, when he’s got nothing left, we’ll destroy him.”

Artem claps his hands together, his excitement barely contained. “This is going to be fun.”

Timur chuckles darkly, leaning back in his seat. “I like it. Play the long game, make him suffer, then take him out when he’s at his weakest.”

I glance between them, satisfied that they understand the plan. Kace Preston has no idea what’s coming for him. He’s played his cards well so far, but he’s not invincible. Everyone has a weakness, and his is Sophia.

“Keep this quiet,” I remind them. “No one outside this room needs to know what we’re planning.”

Artem nods, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll keep it under the radar. Give me a day or two, and I’ll have everything you need on Sophia.”

I nod in approval. “Perfect. The minute we have something solid, we’ll make our move.”

With that, the room falls into a tense, focused silence. The path ahead is clear now, and I can feel the weight of the coming storm. Kace Preston thinks he’s untouchable, but he’s about to learn that no one crosses the Sharovs without paying the ultimate price.

As the low hum of the club’s music pulses in the background, I feel the familiar burn of revenge simmering in my chest. I’ll make Kace pay for what he did to my father, and when it’s over, he’ll have lost everything he holds dear.

I lean back in my chair, staring at the dim glow of the club’s lights flickering through the glass wall, the thrum of the bass vibrating under my skin. Revenge has always been a slow game—one that requires patience, precision, and control. Kace Preston will never see it coming. He’ll think he’s on top, that he’s untouchable, right until we strike. By the time he realizes his world is crumbling, it’ll be too late.


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