8: Get me the girl (I)

Maksim was livid. He had been since they left Nightfall Hills. He paced his office, going unbelievably still when his right-hand man, Ivan, entered. The curtains were closed, how he liked it, and the entire place was dark, save for the corner light and lamp on the table. He snapped his fingers, a sign for the man to talk immediately.

“Did you find her yet?” he asked.

Ivan stood at ease, a wire curling from his ear to inside his suit collar. “Not yet, boss.” 

Rage coursed through Maksim’s veins. He sank into his chair and laughed bitterly.

“Boss?” Maksim said, disgust slithering into his voice. He gripped the armrests so hard his nails broke. God help that lady because if he found her, he would wipe her off the face of the earth. She should have taken the subtle warning the priest gave him. No one, not even the don, the Grand Sinner himself, could end a wedding. “You have twelve hours to find that young