Page 93 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

“Baby?” I say, confused as fuck.

“You didn’t know?” Danil laughs. “You didn’t know she's pregnant. I can’t believe she hasn’t told you yet. I guess congratulations are in order.”

My eyes lock with Sasha’s again. “You’re pregnant?”

She nods. “I wanted to tell—"

“Shut up.” Danil shakes her and pushes the gun harder against her head. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

My heart is beating so hard it feels like my rib cage is going to explode. Sasha is pregnant. She’s carrying my baby.

My throat is tight with fear.

Danil tilts his head, watching my reaction. I can see him savoring the moment.

“It’s a pity, really. I didn’t plan on killing you today.” He chuckles as he changes position to point the gun at me, his other arm locking around Sasha’s throat.

“But I guess it doesn’t really matter. A win is a win, and you dying is a big win for me.”

His finger tightens on the trigger and my entire body tenses.

But just as he fires and the sharp snap of the bullet sounds in the air, Sasha pushes him, throwing this aim off. Instead of feeling the bullet slam into my chest as I was expecting, it hits me in the arm and throws me off-balance.

Danil swears and Sasha starts fighting against him. I don’t waste a second; ignoring the searing pain in my arm, I run straight for them. I grab Sasha and pull her away from his grip, then slam the weight of my body into Danil. He falls to the floor with me on top of him. The gun slides away from us and I wrestle with him. He reaches for it, his fingers touching it, and I slam my fist into his face, but he has it in his grip and he’s about to aim for me again when I hear Maxim’s voice.

“Leon,” he shouts, and Danil’s body tenses as he tries to see where Maxim is. I grab the gun from him, and he reaches for a knife in his belt, but I’m not taking any chances.

At close range, with him still fighting me, I fire a bullet into his stomach.

A loud huff of air slams out of him and he gasps, choking on blood. I lean back and fire another shot into his head and his body flops, lifeless, on the tiles of his floor, blood oozing around him in a thick red pool.

I drop the gun and run to Sasha.

Gunshots are still firing around us as our men fight against Danil’s inside the house. Sasha pushes away from me. “I have to stop them,” she says with concern.

“No, what the hell are you doing? You can’t go out there.”

But she’s already running towards the chaos.

I bolt after her.

“Stop,” she screams over the noise. “Stop.”

Men turn towards her, unsure of what is going on. Both sides have clearly been given instructions not to harm her.

“Danil Balakin is dead,” she says in the tense silence.

Danil’s men and ours are all standing with their guns raised towards each other in a standoff. Sasha keeps talking. “He’s dead. My father is dead. I am the heir to his estate, and that means that right now, I am in charge of what happens here.”

The men stare at her, shocked and nervous.

“I command you to stand down,” she shouts.

I take my place next to her.

“The Dubrovs and Balakins are now allies,” I confirm.

My men begin to lower their weapons, and the men who are now Sasha’s start doing the same.

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