Page 73 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

“It’s time,” she says finally, and we both turn towards the sticks sitting on the counter.

She takes a deep breath, then smiles in a massive grin. “You’re pregnant, Sasha.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

My mouth drops open and my heart bursts with excitement. “I really am?” I squeal loudly.

She cracks up laughing and pulls me into a hug. “You really are.”

When she steps away from me, her face is a little more serious. “Honestly though, honey, tell him. Don’t bottle this up. It won’t be good for you or the baby to stress like that. Just tell him what’s happening, and then you can deal with whatever he says.”

“You’re right. I’ll tell him.”

That night, I am still processing the news myself, but I decide that tomorrow morning after breakfast I’m going to tell Leon what’s going on.

Chiara is right, keeping this kind of thing a secret won’t help anything.

***

I wake up excited to tell Leon, and hopeful. But at breakfast, I notice how withdrawn and sullen he is. He’s hardly eating and hardly saying a word to anyone.

Something is definitely wrong.

What if he found out about the pregnancy before I could tell him?

My stomach flips with nervous tension.

After breakfast, I pull him aside.

“Leon, what’s going on with you today?” I ask gently.

“Nothing.” His reply is blunt and rough.

“You don’t need to hide things from me. If something is bothering you, I’m here to talk.”

“Sasha, it’s not something you can fix or change.”

“Okay. So something is bothering you, though.”

“Yes,” he sighs heavily.

“Well, talk to me about it.”

“Fine. Come with me.”

He takes my hand and leads me out of the house. We walk past the little coffee shops and a flower vendor, where Leon stops to buy a beautiful bunch of white roses.

We walk down a few quiet streets to a small, forested area nearby. Turning left, he leads me along the tree line, and finally into a cemetery.

“Leon?” I ask, confused. “Where are you taking us?”

He stays silent and continues to lead me until we stop in front of two large, ornate marble gravestones and one smaller one, a beautiful ornate fence around all three of them. He opens the fence and steps inside.

I follow.

Crouching down, I read the names on the graves. My heart sinks.

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