Page 43 of Impregnated By the Bratva

He looked up, and I saw the tears in his eyes as he continued. “The job! This fucking job was a mistake. We were ambushed. They knew we were coming, and now everything is just wrong.”

My legs wobbled under me as I stood up and stepped back. My mind swirled like a tornado on the warpath. I wasn’t sure what to make of his words. Grabbing my head, I tried to calm the crazy images floating around.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the front door was shoved open. My body seemed to move at its own accord as I turned and stormed to the foyer. Makari stood inside the door. He didn’t look good.

As he stepped forward, he collapsed. “Pavel!” I screamed, running to Makari. His face was covered in blood, and so were his arms and his shirt.

Pavel took one side and I, his other side. We lifted him and dragged him to the lounge. We lowered him carefully. “Get the bucket, towels, and medical kit,” I huffed as Pavel let go. My heart crammed as I lifted his head and started cleaning his face.

“Makari,” I whispered. “Can you hear me?”

Makari grumbled, but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. The cut on his face was open again, but there were two more. Only one of them was deep, though. Once I stitched it up, I applied plasters before moving to his arms and chest.

I didn’t bother to try to remove his shirt this time; I simply cut it off him. The was a deep laceration on his side and what looked like a bullet hole in his arm. “Makari?” I spoke louder this time, hoping to get his attention. “What happened?”

His eyes opened, and for a moment, he looked like he had seen a ghost. “They almost got me,” he said, breathing hard.

“But they didn’t,” I replied, feeling my tears on the verge of erupting. “You’re home, you’re safe now.” My heart was heavy. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if he died trying to protect me. After all, he was in this mess because of what I had seen.

After stitching up his side and cleaning the bullet wound, I noticed the bullet had gone right through. It wasn’t on his arm. That was good, I thought as I closed the wound on both sides.

“I…, I need to…,” Makari mumbled.

“No!” I said sternly. “You need to rest.”

“Yes,” Makari replied, lifting his hand and stroking my cheek.

Pavel came back in. “I called Vadik and informed him,” he said. “Let me help you get him into one of the rooms.”

Carefully, we helped Makari to his feet. Getting him from the lounge into one of the bedrooms took us a while. But once he was comfortable, I went to clean up the lounge. I poured a glass of juice and went back to the room. I sat in a chair by the window, trying to wrap my mind around all that had happened.

Feeling drained, I fetched a blanket from my bed. I didn’t want to leave him alone, so I slept in the chair. I hadn’t been feeling too well the last two days either, and all this stress was making it worse.

He was still sleeping when I woke up. I made a pot of chicken soup and took him coffee. Placing it on the nightstand, I sat on the edge of the bed. “Makari,” I said softly, stroking his cheek. “Makari, wake up.”

He groaned but opened his eyes. “Hey,” he said. His voice sounded hoarse, like he had been screaming at a football match all day.

“Morning,” I replied, smiling. His color had returned. He actually looked good. I assisted him in sitting so he could have something to eat and drink. I cared for him for the next two days until he was strong enough to get up.

On Saturday, he went to see Vadik, and he had a meeting with the Chernykhs. I stayed in bed as I wasn’t feeling well. My stomach was hurting, and I had a light headache.

I heard Makari returning around noon, but I had no strength to get up. Makari peeked around the door. “There you are,” he said, smiling. His smile faded quickly as he walked closer. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he asked, looking worried.

“Nothing,” I replied quickly. “I think I’m getting a cold or something. I’ve just been feeling weak. Could you get me some medicine?”

“Okay, but first, tell me everything. How are you really feeling?” he insisted.

“I’ve been having some nausea, stomachache, and a headache the last couple of days,” I admitted.

Makari frowned before speaking again. “I think we should rather go see a doctor.”

“No,” I replied quickly. “I don’t think that is needed. Just get me something for the headache. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Okay,” he replied hesitantly as he left. He came back a little later with a glass of juice and two pain tablets. “Right then,” he added, handing them to me. “You get some rest. I’ll be in my office catching up on some work, but I won’t leave today. So, if you need anything, let me know.”

Nodding, I swallowed the tablets and lay down. I watched him leave before closing my eyes.

“Grace,” I heard Makari saying. “Grace, it’s time for lunch.”

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