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“You can’t kill me,” she breathes out.

Pressing my body into her harder, I wipe the sweat and grime from her forehead. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now? Especially after you drugged me, you little minx,” I growl, but my hard arousal springs, and I’m coming close to taking overas my mind runs through the sordid fantasy of laying her down in the middle of the open field and making love to her.

Omerta Files. Protect the Bratva brotherhood.

“I had to get away, and if you kill me, you’re killing your unborn child. I’m the daughter of a Don, and I know you understand what this means,” she punches out, blinking rapidly, confusing me.

At first, I bellow with laughter, thinking it’s a fantastic diversionary tactic, but her soft emerald eyes, matching the trees of the forest, cling to my penetrating gaze, holding tight. A stiff breeze cuts over the open field as I move the gun away from her stomach, running the steel piece down the side of her face as I let my tongue cover my top lip.

“Killing my unborn child? If you’re trying to do something sly, you better believe I’m going to do some unspeakable things to you, Red October.”

She doesn’t balk, her eyes speaking their own version of truth to me. “No.What reason would I have to lie to you?”

Grinning, I shake my head, tempted once more by the vixen’s beautiful mouth. “You have all the reasons in the world. You’re Luca’s daughter. What a treat it was to find out who you really are. Now I’ve popped your cherry too,” I whisper, tormenting her. Her next move is even more shocking as her knee lifts, and she slams her foot down on mine.

“Fuck!” I yelp, not ready for the intense, stabbing pain it causes. Instantly, I release her, and she takes the split second to evade my grasp, running farther across the field. Chuckling, I observe her at full speed, her brunette locks, flapping in the breeze. For a few seconds I’m breathless, because at full speed, smack bang in the middle of the forest, she resembles a forestnymph. All she needs is the woodland deer and a forest cottage to appear and then the picture will be complete.

Is she really carrying my baby?The look in her eyes tells me she’s not, but the Red October is unpredictable, so who knows. Snapping out of it, I give her even more of a head start. With my leg speed and strength at six-four, she’s got no hope of running away from me.

“One, two, three, four,” I count under my breath, letting her reach close to the other side of the forest before I attempt running after her. As my heart picks up speed, I take off, pumping my legs hard to reach her, and closing the gap fast. I’m almost disappointed that she’s slowed down and is tiring.

In one large stretch, I reach out, tugging at the back of her top, reining her back in like with a lasso, but this time I pin her to the tree, slightly out of breath.

“I’m not lying. I promise you,” she whispers with heavy panting, matching the coolness of the mid-morning breeze. For a beat, I hold my body weight against hers so she can’t run but decide against doing anything and let her loose. “If you run, baby or not, I will shoot you in the back. Understood?” I pitch.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” I let up, shocked by the admission, but it makes perfect sense. I slept with her, and didn’t have any protection. Of course she could be pregnant. And now, the woman who I’ve wanted to get to know has changed the game in a big way.

Releasing her, I watch her carefully as she rubs her wrists, and I call Mark and my two other Bratva brothers. “Hey, I’m in the middle of the clearing, and I have her. Come.”

Tilting her chin, I hitch it up a little, her lip quivering, but her eyes bright.

“You’re with child and not just anyone’s child. They are a very special breed of combination.” I smile broadly, but she turns her cheek from me. Grabbing her face, I force it back to face me, clutching her cheeks, and kissing her.Hard.“You gave me a good run, Red October. Oh, you did, and now we’re going to get to know one another very, very well.”

I don’t have to call my men to the field; they’re already here, quickly surrounding us, their guns cocked. I order them to drop them.

“Did you get the file? Now we can shoot her, yes?” Mark asks, a dirty grin on his face, as I shake my head, shifting my attention back to Fiona.

“No. There are new developments which have changed things,” I cut back slowly, Fiona’s face stoic. “We’re keeping this one for a little while,” I say, reaching out to stroke the side of her face. She slaps my hand away as I chuckle. “Take her, Mark, but don’t hurt her. I’m going to deal with her myself. The rest of you—I want you to search her car, her house, and her electronics. Leave no area untouched,” I bark.

Fiona spits fire from her mouth as Mark and one of my brothers hold her by the biceps, hauling her away. “You’ll never find the files, Ruslan.Never!” she shouts, but Fiona knows nothing of the lengths I’ll go to get what I want. But she’s about to find out….

Chapter Fifteen - Fiona

Dumb, dumb, dumb. That’s what all of these Bratva fools are.Angrily, I pace back and forth, staring around the cold, gilded cage I’ve been barely existing in for the last day. I’m locked up in Ruslan’s mausoleum of a mansion, somewhere around the outskirts of Chicago with no visible way out in sight. From the looks of it, the place appears to be a guest suite. There’s only one large bay window to my right, and the suite itself has all the trimmings of a billionaire. A huge flat screen TV is built into the wall, and there’s enough channels on it for a person never to leave the large black couch parked in the middle of the room. Large porcelain vases with artificial flowers fill its corners, but it’s almost as if the place they’ve put me in is an unused room.

I have to get the fuck out of here!

Pacing, I keep trying to work out a plan of how to escape, but the panic bottled up inside me, prevents me from thinking straight. I keep moving as if my hopeless steps are going to spark some grand plan, but all I’m really doing is wasting valuable energy. And I’m tired.Oh, so tired. Yet I pace from the living room to the bedroom where a king-size bed awaits with lush bedding. There’s a huge bathroom too, but even with all of this, the place feels as cold and uninviting as Ruslan’s heart.

Shuddering as a painful memory strikes, the Bratva men’s forest capture still weighing heavily on my mind and thin nerves.

“Ah, Luca’s daughter. The only reason you’re not dead is because Ruslan wants to keep you alive, but if I had my way, I would have drowned and dumped you in the Chicago River by now,” one of his men declared, handling me roughly, along with another man.

“You’re not going to kill me,” I’d told him bravely, but I didn’t know that. I could only rely on the fact that I have leverage. I’ve got important cargo growing in my belly, and Ruslan’s seed is precious, right along with the fact the information I’m withholding is invaluable. At least it must be if so many Mafia families are fighting and trying to steal it.

Even as their wretched fingers dug into the flesh of my arms in order to keep hold of me, I didn’t give up hope of escaping. As soon we reached the road, with my throat dry, I managed to tug my arm free from one of the complacent men, who’d made the unfortunate mistake of loosening his grip on my bicep. My hand shot up immediately as I flagged down an upcoming truck, wrangling my other arm free.

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