Page 8 of Savage Boss

Vlad dropped the bottle and gripped the edge of the window desperately. “Jane, malysh, talk to me.”

She’d slid off the bed and was crouched on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees while she rocked back and forth. She looked up at Vlad, tears pouring down her face. “I… I think I’m losing our baby.”

The look of terror on her face was the only thing that forced Vlad to keep his shit together. He slammed the heel of his hand into the door to gain her attention. “You listen to me, malysh, you will fight for our child. You will not give up on him.”

Jane let out a keening wail. “Fuck, it hurts!”

“I will get you out, baby, just hang on.”

Vlad rushed away from the door to the main door of the cellar. “Hurry the fuck up!” he bellowed across the lawn at the three men striding toward the bunker with an assortment of power tools in their hands. “Jane’s in trouble.”

The three men broke into a run. Satisfied that help was on its way, Vlad rushed back to the bunker door. Jane was now laying sprawled on the ground. For a heart stopping second Vlad thought she’d died. Then she lifted her head off the floor and looked at him.

“It’s my fault,” she whispered, tears dripping from her cheeks and chin.

“No, no, no,” Vlad said, shaking his head. “You don’t get to take the blame for this. This is my fault. You find the strength to fight me, malysh. You tell me this is my fault.”

Her head dropped to the carpet and she stopped moving.

“Oh god.” Tears stung his eyes. “Hang on, love. I’m coming.”

His guys arrived and he backed away, saying, “Go for the hinges. Take the whole door. As fast as you can. You have 30 seconds to get me in that room.”

29 seconds later the door was lying flat on the floor and Vlad was lifting Jane off the ground. He tilted her head back into the crook of his arm. Her sleek black hair spilled over his bicep. There was no colour in her face and her eyes were shut.

“Jane, Jane, look at me, baby,” he said frantically. When there was no answer, he looked up at his guys. “If there isn’t a car parked in front of this bunker when I walk out, you will feel my wrath.”

Before he could leave, Jane whispered, “Not their fault, boss man.”

Relief hit him like a truck. If Jane was being mouthy then she couldn’t possibly be dying.

“Talk to me, malysh, tell me what’s happening.”

“The baby,” she whispered. “I’m getting bad cramps and I think… I think I might be bleeding.”

Vlad carried her back to the bed and gently laid her down. She groaned and tried to roll onto her side, but he pushed her onto her back. “I know it hurts, baby, but I need to see what’s happening.”

She didn’t say anything or try to stop him as he slid his fingers into the waistband of her sleeping shorts and panties and pulled them down. There was a couple drops of blood on the crotch of the delicate pink fabric.

“Is there blood?” she gasped out.

Vlad pulled her shorts back up and gathered her into his arms, pressing his lips to her forehead. “No, baby, no blood.”

“Thank god!”

Vlad hid his face against her neck so she wouldn’t read the lie in his expression. “I’m going to pick you up again, malysh. It might hurt, but we need to get you to a hospital.”

“Oh… okay,” she said, then she passed out.

It was her lack of fight that terrified Vlad.

Chapter Five

They rushed through the emergency room doors, Jane cradled in Vlad’s arms. It was reminiscent of when she’d been shot. The day Vlad realized he couldn’t live without his pain-in-the-ass woman.

“I need a doctor,” he said desperately to the first person he saw, a nurse passing through the emergency room.

She looked harried, as though she’d been rushing somewhere, but she stopped and looked at Jane with concern. “Have you checked in yet?”

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