Picking up my cell phone, I hovered over Anatoly’s name before the reality of what had happened today hit me square in the chest.
Anatoly was gone.
He wasn’t going to help me ever again, to be the one man I could depend on not to screw things up. I didn’t blame him for Naomi’s kidnapping. It had been my decision to send her away, and because of that, he was dead.
I wasn’t going to forget that for a long time.
I drew in a breath and fired off a few texts to send aid to find Naomi. My Bratva was going to be stretched thin, but I had no other choice. Right now one was just as important as the other.
Striding out of the study, I headed to my suite instead of Naomi’s for a quick change of clothes and more weapons.
I was going to need every single one of them.