Page 29 of Pregnant Bratva Virgin

“Of course.”

“Interesting. Will they be a part of the business?”

“Absolutely. It would be hard for them not to be a part of this lifestyle.” He scoffs, throwing his hands up. “Why wouldn’t they want to be a part of this?”

My eyes narrow as I assess the fellow shark in front of me. “Several reasons for and against, but yes, if they’ve been born into it, there’s not much else, is there?”

Paul nods, not asking me if I have any, his eyes cold with indifference. “Yeah. Exactly right. I hate to cut this short, but I’ve got a flight out to New York in four hours. Call me, alright?” He holds a phone to his ear.

“Sure.” Standing up, Viktor and I shake his hand, letting Paul walk out, leaving us both with our heads spinning in orbit.

“What do you think?” Viktor asks quietly after he leaves. Sighing, I crack my knuckles.

“I think we can’t pass this up, but we’re going to have to watch him like a fucking hawk. No complacency.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” And as I drive home and enter, coming face-to-face with the maid, I see it would be good if Emily and I were too. It would make things a hell of a lot easier.

“What’s the problem?” I bark. The suite I’ve kept her in is spacious, and she has everything she needs in there. That much I know, because I made sure of it. After all, she’s the mother of my child.

“Ah, she’s protesting.”

A ring of fire surrounds me as I glare at my maid, not wanting to deal with all the crap Emily keeps dishing out. “Protesting about what?”

“She’s not eating, and she hasn’t eaten for the last two days. I think—I think she’s deliberately trying to kill the baby.”

Smirking, I cross my arms, heading towards the room. “She’s not going to do that. Ms. Wilson has too much to lose.”

Chapter Seventeen - Emily

Sinking my head deeper under the pillow, I don’t want to come out. And I’m hoping when I do, I’m going to be back in my cozy apartment sleeping and quietly figuring out how I’m going to hide my belly from my colleagues when it’s going to be getting bigger.

What’s the point now? I’m locked in a castle with a maniacal, hot man who’s desperate to own my ass now he knows I’m having his Bratva child. What’s going to happen to our kid? Are they going to be Bratva, or will they reject the darkness? Sleeping with a random man from a club was not my smartest idea ever, but if aGroundhog Daymoment returned, and it was me and Ryurik dressing each other down on the dance floor with the music thumping around us, I would probably open the most dangerous option and do it all again.

Maybe that’s why he felt so good inside me, and why I lost my mind to him. He is danger walking, and I’m the opposite, wanting to take down every person like him.

My head feels as if it’s full of rocks, but it’s time to get up and move around. I might not be eating, but I’ve been drinking copious amounts of orange juice and water between sulks. Ryurik hasn’t visited the room once since he’s caged me and taken my phone, so how much does he really care about his baby? And the kicker is, we haven’t left Chicago. We’re right in the thick of the multilayered city of secrets, smack bang near the Magnificent Mile, and it’s crazy because I’m hidden in plain sight. I don’t understand how Ryurik thinks he’s going to get away with this.

Massaging my throat, I head to the bathroom, noticing the lack of decorations around the massive room. I mean sure, ithas large windows, and the Chicago skyline does enough talking by itself—but the walls are bare. Almost as if this isn’t really his true home.

Maybe it’s his downtown apartment for when he’s working, I deduce as I pad to the bathroom with its white marble with gold streaming through. Turning on the gold faucet, I wash my face patting it dry, then staring at possible weapons, things I can use to get out of the place. But I’m too lethargic and mentally tapped out to do anything. All I want to do is walk out of this hellhole. I open the silver lid on the food tray rechecking what’s under it, but I can’t eat. I feel sick inside a little. The scrambled eggs with chives and bacon are still on the plate, but I’m done, and want nothing to do with anything the Utkin kitchen has prepared.

Touching my stomach, feeling horrible, I run through my options. I can’t climb out the window, I’m not scaling a Chicago skyscraper, and I can’t contact my work colleagues or the police because Ryurik took my phone. It’s an Apple, so it’s going to take them time to get in and unlock it, but it’s possible. Mine’s a work phone and there’s tracking on it. My personal phone is back at home safe and sound in my apartment, and I take pleasure in knowing he can’t scroll through my messages to my girlfriends. That would kill me on the inside. The text messages I sent to Stacy and Kiara weren’t for public viewing and were complaining about Ryurik.

My mouth tightens when I think of him, a rip-roaring surge of anger blazing through my system when I think about how dirty he’s done me. I’m not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly he’s affected me and changed the course of my life.

There’s no way Jackson’s not going to look for me. He is. He has too. Willy Dee’s murder is hot, and me disappearingso soon after is going to put me on the radar. Immediately. Smirking to myself, I head out of the bedroom, pacing the floor and thinking it through.

Magnificent Mile. Penthouse. Phone tracking. Milton, Brady. Jeff. Oh yes, baby! Jeff. He’s going to know I’m here. He saw Ryurik manhandle me, and he asked if I was okay.

I let my fingers curl in, calculating the timing and what the department’s move might be. They’re going to have to think through it. Ryurik has gotten off every single time. If they come after him again, it’s got to be blatant. And he won’t be able to get off. Rubbing my belly, the faint glimmer of enthusiasm I harbored dissipates. I’m carrying his baby. I’m liable to be a disgrace to the Bureau of Investigation in Chicago. Fired. I’m so firedwith a capital F.

“Fuck.If I can just think about what I can do to get the hell out of here,” but my mind’s running like a freight train and I can’t stop it. And the thumping knocking around inside it isn’t helping either.

But… if I’m out of range and nobody can contact me, maybe they will wipe my phone and contacts to protect the Bureau. They will want to protect themselves first and the department. There’s a lot of tracking information and government database information held on my phone. Even if it has fingerprint ID, I still don’t put it past Ryurik to be able to hack into it.

If Ryurik takes two days to come and check on me, then maybe he’s planning a way to kill me and keep the heat off him. He already told me that’s what he’ll do.

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