The Redemption of mobster

Chapter 11

Dylan Markov

“s**t, I suspected she was pregnant. - I say tearing up the exam. My anger at the moment was imminent.

— Here's what she should eat during pregnancy, she should eat healthy foods. - Says the doctor.

“Okay,” I say, and walks out of the office frustrated.

I would never tell Khaterine that she was expecting this bastard, the doctor gave Khaterine the d**g, and she now thinks her name is Yulia Markov, married to me and that I work in a law firm and we have the perfect marriage and life.

Yes, I studied law, being a lawyer was not a farce.

As soon as I arrive at our house, I go inside and Khaterine was cooked.

She could smell the good smell coming from the kitchen.

I lied to her that she didn't work these days because of an illness that makes her forget things.

And she was supposed to take the medicine because it would make her get better quickly.

“My love, I have arrived. - I say going straight to the kitchen where she was.

- Ah, that's good. Lunch is ready. Today I made turkey. For dessert we will have pudding. — The same says.

I sit at the table while Khaterine serves me the plate.

I smiled and took a forkful of it, it tasted better.

Khaterine was definitely a great cook.

“She tells me how it was at work. — She sits down.

“Exhausting, I couldn't wait to come home and be with you. I say giving her a chaste kiss on the back of her hand.

I had arranged for a cook and another housekeeper to clean. But Khaterine insisted on helping with the chores because they said she got bored when she didn't do anything.

...

Damian Cooper

Three days have passed since the disappearance of Khaterine.

I walk out of the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror my dark circles are deep.

I don't sleep, and I don't eat right. I spend my days investigating and looking for clues.

Khaterine's GPS was removed, the only alternative I had was to set up a k********g and kidnap Yvon's son!

Maybe then he would give me back my wife.

The sound of my cell phone echoes in the place making me snap out of my daydreams.

I was in Russia. In Moscow, to be exact.

- Any news? — I ask my consiglere who was on the other end of the line.

“We managed to take Yvon's son.” She smiled at that. An ounce of hope fills my heart. That was the only child that Yvon had, and I know that even though he was heartless, he would do anything to have his only son and successor back because the others were girls.

'Bring him, we can't waste time. I need to call Yvon and I know he will be desperate after I have his heir in my hands.

Minutes later my consiglere appears next to the young man who is handcuffed.

“Nice to meet you, Yerik. — I say harshly.

- Do you know who I am? I asked.

The young man looked to me to be eighteen years old...

"I know very well, and my father will finish you!" He doesn't know how we delight in his wife's body. He says smile.

I throw several punches at him, leaving him completely disfigured until my consiglere intervenes and takes me off him.

“You can't kill him, we need him alive for the exchange. - Christian warns me.

My men love him in a chair, and they cover his mouth with tape.

I call Yvon and he answers.

“Someone wants to talk to you. — I say.

My men take the tape off Yerik's mouth and he screams.

"Father they found me!" Don't let me die.

- What you want?

- Still question? — I answered Yvon without patience. “I want Khaterine Parker Cooper. And it's for yesterday. You have until tomorrow to return my wife. We will exchange your son for my wife. I will send the coordinates.

I say and cut the call.

“Don't you dare give him water or food. Let him stay that way until his father comes to get him. — I say.

My blood boils just knowing that Khaterine was r***d at the hands of these animals.

But, they would pay me a lot of car. Don't know the plan I had in my mind

Following day...

Yvon Vasiliev

I searched every corner of Moscow, and other places in Russia.

I sent men around because I knew Dylan was here.

Couldn't have gone anywhere else.

“Sir, we found him. — One of my men says and I smile at him.

“Bring him right away and don't touch a strand of the girl's hair,” I say gruffly.

Hours later they bring in Khaterine and Dylan.

I would take care of Dylan later, now my attention was on Khaterine who was looking at me terrified.