Page 56 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

I shook my head. “Let’s just go.”

Before we stepped out of the building, he’d called me four more times, but I still didn’t answer. Standing outside, he called again, and I stared at my screen.

“Just answer it, Sia,” she beseeched.

I hesitated until it ended, and then he called back.

“Uhm, Sia, I think Voldemort’s here,” Fiona said, softly tapping my thigh without taking her eyes off the direction she was facing.

I traced her gaze to the parking lot, and my heart skipped at the sight of Vlad leaning against his black car. We locked eyes, and he gestured for me to pick up the phone.

He seemed desperate to talk to me, and that alone was something I found rather interesting. I was curious, so I picked up, my eyes fixed on him.

“It’s important that I speak with you now,” he said over the phone, his tone laced with urgency.

It had to be pretty goddamn important, considering how many times he’d called my phone in the last few minutes.

What did he want to talk about so badly?

My curiosity was piqued.

I ended the call and turned to Fiona. “Excuse me.”

“Sure,” she said. “Just be careful.”

I nodded and headed toward his car.

“Get in,” he said, walking around to the driver’s door.

Rude, but okay.

I opened the passenger door and got in, arms folded across my chest.

He started the engine and glided the car out of the parking lot.

I turned to him. “Where are we going? I thought you said you wanted to talk.”

“We’ll talk, just not here,” he replied, driving away.

All through the journey to wherever, I was silent, and so was he. I should have been alarmed, knowing the type of man that he was and having no idea where he was taking me, but for some reason, I wasn’t.

Occasionally, we would stare at each other until one of us broke eye contact. This was dangerous, though, especially since he was at the wheel, so I stopped looking and focused my attention on the scenery outside.

He pulled over near a beach and killed the engine. I heaved a sigh as he turned to face me.

In my head, I had been wondering what it was that he wanted to speak to me about that would require him to drive all the way out here. I was nervous, but I wouldn’t let him see that.

“Have you been lying to me?” he asked, and immediately, my breath ceased.

“What?” I raised my brows, my heart racing faster than a galloping horse.

He scoffed and rephrased, “Is there something you would like to tell me, Sienna?”

Wait a minute…does he know? No, no. Oh, God, no. I hope this isn’t what I think it is.

I was panicking, but I knew I had to play it cool. “Something like what?”

His gaze pierced through me, and I felt exposed, as though he could see everything I was hiding. “Don’t play games with me,” he warned. “Is there anything that you would like to tell me?”

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