Page 35 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

Sienna exhaled sharply and fell on my chest, exhausted and out of breath.

My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone, and I reached to pick it up off my nightstand.

I froze at the sight of the message from Paul: We need to talk.

Shit!

Sienna groaned slightly, pulling up the sheets, still asleep.

The idea that Paul wanted an audience with me was alarming because I knew what this was about. As drawn to Sienna as I was, it was wrong to have acted upon my feelings for her. She was still young and probably naive in some respects, but I knew better. I was stronger, and I should have acted as such, but I let myself fall. Now, I’d have to face my best friend.

Fighting a rival organization was suddenly a lot simpler than reaching out to Paul, but I had to.

I sighed softly, massaging the bridge of my nose as I got out of bed. With steady steps, I headed to the balcony, feeling the chill of the marble floor beneath my feet.

Bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun, I gazed at the horizon, hands on the railing. I dialed Paul’s number and heard it ring on the other line.

“Hey,” he said as soon as he answered.

“I got your text. What’s going on?” It was hard to say those words, pretending like I had no idea what was happening. I felt like I had betrayed my best friend, and the guilt was gnawing at me.

“It’s Sienna,” he said, going straight to business.

My heart skipped a beat, and I reflexively shut my eyes, feeling the weight of my betrayal.

“What about her?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s alright,” he replied. “But whether or not she stays that way depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed. “She’s been talking about you lately. Like a lot.”

“Okay…” I drawled, masking my impatience. I needed him to spill whatever he had to say. “Is there something you want to tell me, Paul?”

“Is there something you wanna tell me, Vlad?” he said, throwing the question back at me.

I was quiet, turning to face Sienna, who was still napping like an angel.

“Look,” he began, “I know my daughter has a crush on you. Natalie and I have spoken, and….” He paused, then continued, “You know the type of life you lead, Vlad. It’s a dangerous one, and we don’t want our daughter getting wrapped up in all that death and chaos. You two are from different worlds, and I don’t want anything from your world to corrupt my baby girl.”

As he spoke, I listened in silence. His words were sharp as daggers, but I’d been cut multiple times before.

“What do you want from me, Paul?” I asked.

“To stay away from my daughter.”

Instantly, I felt like I’d been stabbed in the heart.

“If you ever valued our friendship, you’d honor this request; please, Vlad, stay away from my daughter. I’m begging you.” Then, without another word, he ended the call.

I put my head down, massaging my temples in an attempt to soothe this sudden headache that plagued me. This message came a little too late, considering I had fucked his daughter just last night.

I’d put folks in the hospital and sent hundreds to an early grave, but none of those acts had made me feel as guilty as I felt now.

“Is everything okay?” Sienna asked, approaching me with the white sheets wrapped in an alluring way around her body, a part of it sweeping the floor like a bridal train.

I put the phone down and looked at her, admiring her elegance and mesmerized by her beauty. She was so sexy this morning that I was tempted to grab her and fervently kiss those lips. I could feel my cock rising and getting hard.

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