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“Listen here,” he says, voice firm. “If what you’re saying is true, rest assured that I will sort this out. I will find out who is responsible and ensure they face the consequences. I’m strongly opposed to the selling of women and drugs. This would have never been approved by me.”

“So what do you want?” he finally growls, his voice laced with caution.

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I lean against the balcony railing, the city lights twinkling in the distance.

“I hope you’re true to your word, Pakhan. These innocent girls deserve better lives. You hold the responsibility to correct this. I want your help,” I state firmly. “I want your resources, your connections. Together, we can dismantle this sick operation and put an end to the suffering these girls endure.”

There’s a momentary silence, and I can almost picture the wheels turning in his head. The Bratva is known for its ruthlessness, but they also value loyalty above all else.

“I will do everything in my power to rectify this situation. But I will need your help. Provide me with any information you have, and together, we can make this right,” he says, his voice dripping with intrigue. “But make no mistake, if you betray me or my organization, there will be consequences.”

I chuckle, the sound carrying through the phone line.

“Very well, Pakhan. I’ll send you everything I have gathered, but remember, time is of the essence. Lives are at stake. You now have my number, Leonid,“ I reply, exhaling a plume of smoke into the night air. If we want to defeat these fuckers, you’ll have to be willing to get your hands dirty.

There’s a sense of understanding in his voice as he finally speaks.

“Understood. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. What’s your name or am I just supposed to call you Vigilante?” He says, his tone filled with a playful banter now.

I nod, even though he can’t see me. A laugh escapes my lips. “Well, I guess it would help if we were on a first-name basis. The name’s Wes. I look forward to meeting you sooner rather than later.”

With that, I hang up. The connection severed, but the pact made. The path ahead is dangerous, but I’m ready to face it head-on. As I stub out my cigarette and turn back towards the loft, satisfaction courses through my veins.

This is just the beginning.

Chapter fifty-eight

Epilogue

Layne

“You son of a bitch,” I scream as another contraction starts up. “I fucking hate you right now.” I bear down, pushing, trying to make the pain stop.

Emmy leans over the birthing pool, just standing by for when she is needed. Wes sits behind me in the water, peppering my head with kisses.

“I know, baby. I’m a… what was she was calling me?” He asks aloud.

“A baby obsessed, breeding kink having asshole.” Atlas chimes in from the kitchen, laughing his ass off. “Pretty sure that’s verbatim.”

My face contorts with the sharp burning pain. “Fuck this, I want drugs. Emmy, give me all the drugs.”

“Sorry, love, it’s too late for that. You ready to push?” Emmy smiles at me. “They are almost here, feel.” she takes my hand and places it on what can only be our baby’s head. “You can do this. Now, when you’re ready, push.”

“If I didn’t like your dick so much, I’d fucking bite it off so I don’t have to do this again.” I moan as the pressure gets to be too much. Tears fall down my cheeks. I keep going.

Wes laughs behind me, mumbling, “thank god for that.”

Long hard pushes. I can feel the exhaustion creeping in. I’m so tired, hungry and just want this to be fucking over with.

But, I want to hold my baby. I need to hold them and kiss their face. Then it will all be real.

Wes whispers in my ear. “You are so strong, Ma Petite Mort. Our baby is almost here.”

Just as the last contraction ends, another begins.

I can do this. I will do this.

Breathe in and breathe out.

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