Page 35 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

We picked up our bags and headed out, the evening sun casting a warm glow on our faces as she pushed the door open.We hadn't moved five steps from the restaurant when a sleek black Porsche pulled over by the pavement.

The driver honked the horn as if to get our attention, and they did. I lifted my head in time to see the window rolling down, revealing Alexei behind the wheel.

He held my gaze from within the car's cabin, his expression blank, infusing me with anxiety.

How the hell did he find me?I wondered, my heart racing in my chest. I hoped he wouldn't embarrass me out here in front of my friend.

“Isn't that your husband?” Ravyn asked, shifting her eyes from the Porsche to me.

My lips instantly squeezed out a smile to mask my nervousness. “Yeah, it is him, actually.”

“He came to pick you? That's amazing.” Her brows arched as she playfully pinched my arm.

“I'll see you around, Ravie,” I said, embracing her.

We smiled at each other before I walked away, wondering what fate awaited me in the vehicle, considering how defiant I’d been. However, I maintained an elegant posture as I sashayed my way to the car, heels clicking against the pavement.

I caught his eyes roaming my body, his expression still blank. I grabbed the front passenger door, opened it, and slid into the seat beside him. The door slammed shut behind me, and I waved at Ravyn as he drove away, the engine roaring to life.

It was silent between us for some time, and I couldn't look at him, even though he didn't seem like he wasn't upset. But why wouldn't he be?

Alexei's calmness was unexpected, and it threw me off, proving that he was more mysterious than I thought.

Maybe he was this calm because he'd seen me with Ravyn. But whatever the reason, his silence was alarming.Should I be worried? What was he thinking? What was running through that evil mind of his?

Of all the thoughts overlapping in my head, only one stood out, and I couldn't stop myself from asking for an answer.

I turned to look at him, my chest heaving slowly. His eyes were focused on the road. “How did you find me?”

His lips twisted into a sly smirk, and he stole a glance in my direction. “I like to keep track of my belongings.”

My face contorted into a frown at his words, laced with condescension, making me immediately regret why I asked in the first place.

“I'm not one of your cars, Alexei,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. Deep creases formed between my brows.

“You're not,” he said, retaining that pesky little smirk as he shot a quick look at me. “Yet in bed, I drive you crazy.”

That was a good one, I had to admit, and I felt a flutter in my chest—a tingling sensation between my legs.

However, I wouldn't let him see how much his flirtatious response had affected me…again.

My scowl deepened, and I folded my arms across my chest, looking out the window. His arrogance made my blood boil, yet his words sent a spark jolting through me.

I hated this feeling of vulnerability; it was so frustrating. Couldn't a girl just hate a man in peace? Why all these complications?

My breath hitched in my throat as the possibility of a bigger complication flashed in my head. The missed period.

At this point, it was a 50-50 chance. I may or may not be pregnant, but there was only one way to find out.

My eyes caught a pharmacy across the road.

This was my chance to finally get to the bottom of this.

I swallowed hard against the dryness in my throat, my heart racing as I struggled to summon the courage I needed.My breathing was heavy, and my eyes were blinking frantically. Sweat slicked my palms. “Please, pull over at the pharmacy.” I pointed at the building, my voice low and polite. “I'd like to get something.”

He glanced at me, squinting slightly. “Are you sick?” he asked, probably more curious than concerned.

I wore a flat face and replied sternly, “Girl stuff,” a hint of arrogance creeping into my tone.

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