Page 67 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“Okay,” Penny calls back.

I get dressed while I wait impatiently for the test to yield its results.

Once the plus sign confirms I’m pregnant, I throw it away and lean against the counter.

Shit.

I fix myself up. I’ll need to deal with this. I’ll just tell Kervyn that Igor is my husband, and we’re having a child together, so we need to make nice with the families.

How hard can that be?

I walk downstairs to find Kervyn waiting in the hallway for me. “I thought you might get lost.”

“It is a huge house, but after being at Igor’s mansion, I’m used to big houses.”

Kervyn frowns. “Yes, well. Everyone came over for breakfast. This way.”

I follow him nervously. I was hoping to talk to him alone. Maybe after breakfast.

As we walk in, I hear Danil saying to Arseny, “We need to make Igor pay for kidnapping Arina.”

I look at Kervyn, but he’s walking to Penny to kiss her head.

“Arina,” Arseny says. “We were just plotting revenge against Igor.”

I give him a hesitant smile. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“He crossed our family,” Kervyn says. “He kidnapped you and held you prisoner. He deserves whatever we dish out to him.”

I look at Penny nervously and then at Kervyn. “He didn’t treat me badly.”

“That’s at least in his favor,” my oldest brother says, picking up his cutlery. “But the fact he thought he could take you at all is a mark on this family.”

I can’t bring up the pregnancy now. They’ll probably have him assassinated today. I mean, yes, he did kidnap me, and he did force me to marry him, but we were happy together, weren’t we? He’d never do anything to hurt me, would he?

Chapter 22 - Igor

I’m exhausted. I’m not sleeping well without Arina in my arms. Her curves fit me like a puzzle piece. I can’t stand to think what must be happening over at the Milov household. So far, we’ve only managed to discover Arina is staying with Kervyn himself.

I’ve just sent out another meeting request with Kervyn. I’ve been sending them every day, three times a day, requesting to meet and talk about the situation, but he knows he holds the power card. He has the ability to ruin my life here in America with a snap of his fingers.

I skip breakfast and go to my office. I’ve let my beard grow wild from the neatly, closely trimmed beard I had been sporting with Arina. My hair, too, has grown lengthy and wild, and I feel like a homeless person at this point.

Yvonne comes into my office and stands at the door. “Breakfast is ready,” she says quietly.

“I’m not really hungry,” I say without looking at her.

“How can you get updates about Arina if you’re not talking to me,” Yvonne says, stepping inside. “And you’re not doing Arina any favors by letting yourself go.”

“Have Kervyn’s people come back with a meeting date?” I ask. “A time? A place?”

“They have,” she says quietly, and I perk up.

“When?”

“Tomorrow at noon, at his offices on his estate. No weapons allowed.” She comes inside and stands at my desk. “Come have something to eat, and then go to the barber for a haircut and a shave.”

I stand up, suddenly energized. This meeting is my chance to get Arina back. “You know, I think I am a little hungry after all. What’s for breakfast?”

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