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“I’m pregnant,” I announce, watching their reactions closely.

Maxym’s expression shifts from confusion to surprise, and then, something that looks like a mix of concern and, is that happiness? Viktor’s eyes widen, a smile slowly forming on his lips, while Ivan lets out a low whistle.

Maxym is the first to break the silence. “Are you... Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” I reply, holding the test a bit higher.

Viktor steps forward, “This is big news, Sofia. How are you feeling about it?”

I pause, considering his question. “Honestly? It’s a lot to take in, but I’m okay with it. This is part of the deal, right?”

Ivan, leaning against the doorway, adds, “It’s more than a deal now. This changes everything.”

Maxym nods in agreement. “It does. And we’re going to make sure everything’s taken care of. You and the baby.”

The anxiety swirls inside me, a relentless storm of doubt and fear. This isn’t a normal family, a normal life. Nothing about this is ordinary.

I’m carrying a baby for three men, an heir for their empire. We’ve somehow normalized this surreal situation, but deep down, I know they wouldn’t hesitate to silence anyone who challenges this unconventional arrangement.

But what about after nine months? What happens then? Do I just get cast aside? The agreement was clear – I wouldn’t live with them once the baby is born. But as I watch the joy in their faces, celebrating the news with their drinks, I can’t help but wonder about my own future.

I am bringing a new life into a world fraught with danger, into the hands of powerful, unpredictable men. Did I make the right choice? And what if they learn about my past, the real me, the parts I’ve carefully hidden away? Would they still accept me, stand by me?

The laughter and clinking of glasses around me feel distant as these thoughts consume me. The reality of my situation weighs heavily on my shoulders. I’m part of their world now, but for how long? Will I ever truly belong, or will I always be an outsider, a means to an end?

What will my life look like in nine months? Will I just be a footnote in their story, or will I carve out a place in this unusualfamily? Only time will tell, and for now, I’ll enjoy the sound of their laughter.

After all, it’s not every day one gets to carry a baby for the mafia’s most powerful men.

Chapter 16

Maxym

Sitting in one of our casinos, I gulp down my drink in one go, ignoring the giggling girls in the corner casting glances my way. They might as well be part of the furniture; my mind is elsewhere, on Sofia.

Polyamory was never in my cards, or so I thought. Sofia was supposed to be just a surrogate, a means to an end. But now, she’s woven herself into the very fabric of our lives, becoming irreplaceable, indispensable. It’s unsettling.

Fuck, I hate how vulnerable she makes us, makes me feel. It’s like she’s stripped me of my defenses, exposed parts of me I never wanted to see the light. I find myself wanting to punish her for it, for making me confront these unfamiliar emotions.

As I stare out the window, the sky is a canvas of dark, brooding clouds, mirroring the turmoil inside me. It takes me back, back to the days when everything was simpler, when feelings were liabilities I couldn’t afford.

I grew up in a world where weakness meant death. My father, a stern, unyielding man, drilled that into me. “Feelings are for the weak,” he’d say. “In our world, you either use or get used.”

Fuck. This whole situation, it’s a mess we’ve created ourselves. The need for an heir, it’s always been about securing the future of our organization, ensuring our legacy continues. But now, with Sofia in the picture, it’s become so much more complicated.

Sofia. She’s an anomaly in our carefully structured world. She’s from a different reality, her warmth and genuine naturechipping away at the defenses I’ve spent a lifetime building. I find myself constantly wondering about her origins. Was it all just chance that she came into our lives? Just a surrogate, and nothing more?

And God, she’s beautiful. It’s infuriating how often that thought crosses my mind.

We chose her because she was stunning, sure, but also because she had no past. A clean slate. But is that even possible? When we dug into her background, all we found were basic details – no ties, no complications. It seemed too good to be true. Someone with no past? Can someone really just exist without leaving a trace?

We’ve never really discussed it, her past. Maybe it’s time we did. Maybe it’s time I find out exactly who Sofia is, beyond the surface, beyond the role she’s been playing in our lives. Because as much as I hate to admit it, she’s not just a surrogate to me anymore. She’s become something more. And that realization is as terrifying as it is intriguing.

Sofia’s been cooped up in that house for a month, and I can tell she’s restless, constantly mentioning how bored she is. I rack my brain, trying to think of somewhere to take her, but fuck, my usual haunts are no places for someone like her.

The places I frequent, they’re a far cry from what normal people would consider ‘hangout spots.’

The bars I visit are filled with the kind of people who carry knives and guns instead of wallets, where a wrong look can get you more than just thrown out. Then there are the backroom gambling dens, smoke-filled rooms where fortunes change hands over a game of cards. These are places ruled by power and fear, not exactly ideal for a casual night out.

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