My misogynistic way of thinking was now coming back to bite me in the ass. Sarah was going to pay for my mistake, and I couldn’t stand that.
“Gina is a traitor,” I said, my chest heaving as my breathing picked up. “She’ll pay for what she’s done, but even more than that, if any harm comes to Sarah, it will be revisited on Gina tenfold.”
I expected an argument, maybe some outrage on behalf of the woman he’d been fucking for a few years, but Nik just gave a curt nod.
“Can you track their phones?” I asked.
“Let me try.”
I handed over my laptop and headed back outside to put an end to the party. I ordered Maxim and Lev to stick around to help me save Sarah. Her mom also stayed. I owed it to her to be honest about what was going on with her daughter, and I wanted her to be here to watch Alexis.
“Bad news,” Nik said when I returned to the library. “The phones are both here.”
“I found them in Sarah’s purse,” Lev said, carrying it into the room.
“I guess Gina is smarter than she looks.” I ground my teeth together, pissed off. But then I remembered something. “I put a tracker on Sarah’s car last week when I had new tires put on. After I was attacked, it seemed like a good idea.”
I hadn’t told her about that, worried that she might think I was being possessive rather than practical. Taking the computer from Nik, I pulled up the tracking app.
“There she is,” I said, pointing at the blinking red dot on the screen. “Look up that address.”
Nik used his phone. “It’s an old, abandoned warehouse about twenty minutes away.”
Reaching behind me, I pulled out a gun from the waistband of my pants and checked the clip. I was good to go. “Let’s move out,” I said.
Lev, Maxim, and Nikolay all got to their feet. They were with me, even though we all knew this was probably a trap. It didn’t matter. I’d overcome any odds to get my woman back.