Page 65 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

I think what we should be thinking about right now is how to get her out of here—she’s pregnant for Christ’s sake, said the other voice.

You’re right, the reasonable one agreed. Okay. Where do you think we are, and how the fuck do we get free from these zip ties? Then there’s the issue of who’s outside that door….

“Hello, Sienna,” a thick voice said, interrupting my thoughts.

It came from a shadowy corner to my right, and I jerked in my chair, alarmed. “Who’s there?”

The air was filled with the scent of cigarettes, mixed with a rich smell of cologne—although the foul stench of the room was stronger.

I could see the red tip of the man’s cigar burning in the shadows, and soon, he let out a puff of smoke.

“Who are you?” I asked, fear-stricken. “Why did you kidnap me?”

I watched him step out of the shadows, unmasked, with the cigar hanging off his lips. He was no older than Vlad or my dad. The man was huge, with a pair of gray eyes that matched the color of his hair. His beard was perfectly trimmed, and he was dressed up in a black jacket over a pair of jeans.

“Who are you?” I repeated, now knowing that he was a complete stranger.

“My name is Andy,” he replied.

I swallowed hard, knowing this was not a good sign. He’d shown me his face, and now, he’d just told me his name. This meant he had no plans of letting me live after this.

My heart was pounding in my chest as though it was about to jump out of my ribcage.

“What do you want with me, Andy?” I managed to ask.

“You?” He took a step closer, a twig snapping beneath his boots. “Nothing. I have no beef with you.” He unsheathed a blade.

I flinched, pulling away as he flashed it in my face.

“You’re not the enemy, Sienna,” he said.

For a second there, I felt a wind of relief, but then again, it didn’t make any sense.

He bent over and pointed his dagger at my stomach. “The Wolkov in your belly is.”

“What?” My eyes widened instantly, and reflexively, I resumed my struggle to get out of the chair, even though it seemed impossible.

He laughed and stepped back. “Try all you want. You’re not getting out of that chair.”

I continued for the next few seconds and then paused and glared at him, angry and afraid at the same time. “Why are you doing this?!” I snapped.

“You’re a fighter; that’s good,” he replied. “At least this is gonna be fun.”

“Fun?” I narrowed my brows at him. “You kidnapped a pregnant woman and are planning to harm the child in her womb, and you call that fun? Why would you do that?”

“To get back at Vladimir Wolkov!” He raised his voice so high that I trembled at the reaction.

“Hang on…Vlad?” Shock flickered in my gaze. “What’s he got to do with this?”

“Everything,” he growled. “Vladimir Wolkov is the reason you’re in this situation…you and that thing in your belly.” He pointed that knife in my direction again.

All I could see in his eyes was anger, rage, and resentment. The man seemed to be carrying a lot of pain, and that was the fuel of his hatred.

“I will show no mercy to you or your unborn child…just like he didn't show any mercy when he killed my brother, Joshua, and his one-month-old child,” he said, his voice biting.

“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You’re pregnant with the baby of the devil himself, Sienna,” he said. “You see, Vlad has no heart, and he is incapable of love. I’ll be doing the baby a favor by not letting it meet its father.”

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