Page 49 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

Three men work to tie up my hands, binding me to a chair as Roberto strolls in after them. “Welcome to my office, niece. Nothing flashy, but you gotta start somewhere. Tell me, something….” His eyebrow arches as I notice one of his teeth is missing.

“What do you want?”

“The Omerta files.” He shrugs casually. “But you already know that. Now, if you would have done your part, we’d have a better relationship. I wouldn’t have to execute plan b, but youforced my hand. As a matter of fact, let me make a quick call on your phone to sort it out.”

Terrified, I watch as he rings Ruslan. “Ah good man, Ruslan. No, this isn’t your pretty wholesome wife. It’s her uncle.” He chuckles, holding his arms out wide. “Welcome to the famiglia, bitch. Now, I’m going to need you to be a good sport and bring those Omerta files if you want to see your wife and kid healthy. You get it, right?” Roberto spits out, acting like a madman as I watch him nod, not hearing his response. He clicks off the call.

“Roberto. Let me go! You have to let me go!” I shout.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head. Your car’s safe. It’s outside. Your phone,” he says, waving it in my face. “Now I’ve got that. I want to wait until your boyfriend comes. He’s got your location and after that, you can go. Plain and simple.”

Horrified, I clam up, sliding my feet back and forth, wanting to get out of the binds.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my husband, and you better hope he doesn’t come with his Bratva men.”

Roberto laughs. “Honey, I just came out of prison. Do you think I’m worried about the Bratva?Fuck no.The guys on the inside are worse than Ruslan. Believe you me. What’s more interesting is if your Russian husband will make the ultimate sacrifice to save you,” he mocks, his eyes red-rimmed. “My wild guess is probably not.” Roberto parks himself near the frosted glass panes, a few paces from me, and now I recognize what the place reminds me of. An aircraft hangar of some sort. Maybe it’s an Airforce or an old Army base.

“He’s going to come looking for me, no matter what,” I tell him, the rope digging into my wrists.Don’t cry in front of him whatever you do. Be strong. Ruslan’s going to come.

“Of course he is. He doesn’t love you, though, does he? But he’s going to come and save his progeny, won’t he?”

Frustrated by his deductions, I let a tear slip because some part of me feels that’s the only reason as well.Fuck.

“You’re screwed, Roberto. He probably already made copies of the file and doesn’t need it. Maybe he’s going to give you a copy and keep the original. What’s the point now?” I tell him, eating through his plan.

His eyes are bloodshot and brimming with hatred, slanted, and ready to pull the trigger. He shoots a random shot into the air, clenching his eyes shut.

“Shut up, niece. Just shut up until your husband gets here, otherwise I’m going to have to hurt you.”

Sweat beads pop up on my forehead as a dull ache hits my abdomen. “Shit!” My stomach cramps, but I don’t think anything of it as it’s been a normal part of the pregnancy process. That’s until I feel sticky water gushing down my leg, forming a puddle under the chair.

Roberto sees it, shaking his head. “Fucking great. Now you’re about to have the Russian’s baby in my office. Let me get the girls.” Roberto dashes off as I cry, waves of contractions kicking off.

Icannothave my baby here. I just can’t, but as two women stride towards me, unraveling my ropes and lifting me out of the chair, it appears I am.

“Come on, you’re going into labor. I’ve got two kids. I can help.” Her eyes are kind, but I’m wary of her as we reach a back room, and I watch them scurry around, grabbing towels, scissors, and other things.

“No. No. I have to get to a hospital. I have a birthing plan. I can’t do this here,” I say, not knowing what to do.

Both the ladies shake their heads. “No. You’re going to have to deliver the baby right here, in this back room.”

“Henny, can you confirm how dilated she is?”

“Sure, I can do that.”

These are all my worst nightmares I’ve never dreamt about rolled into one, but I’m about to have my first child in captivity.

Chapter Twenty-Four - Ruslan

Recklessly, I drive, furious about the call from Roberto.Fuck!She didn’t tell me she was going out. I told her to carry her pistol with her everywhere she goes, but she didn’t listen to me.

Now this opportunistic pig wants the Omerta files? That ship has sailed and sunken along with all the other hopes and dreams of Chicago gangsters, hoping to come up on their luck.

I’ve already begun my takedown of organizations, exercising my right to tilt the scales of power back into Bratva favor, but Roberto kidnapping Fiona—his own niece, makes him a desperate fucking fool.

It also make me dangerous. I’ve got a few men in training with me, not my best soldiers, other than Mark, but they’ll have to do. There’s no way I can turn back now. There isn’t enough time.

He doesn’t know I have his location via Fiona. She was smart enough to share her location and send it to me. I start talking to the guys before the mission to save her. “Hey, we’ve got ourselves a change of plans. The wife has been kidnapped, and we’re going to need to go get her,” I tell them matter-of-factly, but inside blood is pumping hard through my veins.

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