Page 120 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

He'd been with me for years. He hadn't wasted time comforting me. He hadn't asked if the kid was mine.

"How many people do you want?" He looked up, face tight.

"All of them."

"We pull bodies off the docks, the manor, and the north warehouse. Matteo might hit our shipments at the same time."

I lifted my eyes.

"Let him."

I never let anyone touch my routes. But right then, it had all been numbers on a page.

Elena's life had been hanging by a thread—and she'd been carrying my child.

Nothing mattered more than them. Nothing.

"Whatever it costs," I said, staring straight at Feodor. "Get her out."

He nodded, steady. "Understood."

"Two teams for entry, one to lock down the perimeter. Sniper on the east overpass. Boats to choke the water route on the north."

"Ambulance two blocks out."

"Already set."

"Find me an OB."

Only then had it really landed—how real that threat had been.

A child existed. For real.

And I'd only learned about it from a kidnapping photo.

My phone buzzed again.

Isabella sent a second message.

—Get here before midnight, or she loses the baby first.

Red washed over my vision.

The office went silent for a few seconds.

Feodor saw the line and muttered, "Fucking bitch."

"When you find her," I said, voice low, "leave her alive."

"That isn't your style."

"I want her awake when she watches herself lose everything."

Feodor didn't comment. He turned for the door. I stopped him.

"Before we breach, nobody fires."

"And if they hurt Elena?"