Page 1 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Chapter 1 - Federico
It had been a shit day from the start.
First, we got intel that the Espositos had a deal going down along the abandoned railyard on the outskirts of town. My men and I? We organized. Parked far off. Made our way on foot to get those bastards without spooking them off.
I had been waiting for two fucking hours in this frozen hellhole of a railyard. December in New York was the kind of cold that could whip skin off bones. My patience was hanging by a thread.
The Espositos were supposed to show up over an hour ago. Where the hell were they? I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. After what they’d done to our family, after all the skimming off our shipments, after all the attacks—they had this coming. I was ready to put them in their place.
“Any news?” I spoke into my radio.
“Nothing, Boss,” one of the men on lookout reported.
I rose higher on my knees to take a peek around from my hiding spot. The empty tracks stretching into the gray New York morning showed nothing. No sign of life whatsoever.
All our men had been in position for over two hours now. All of them pissed. All of them cold.
I settled back into my position of hiding. Beside me, my brother Dante grumbled. “Maybe your intel was wrong?”
I shot him a look of annoyance. “My intel is never wrong.”
Dante just shrugged, grinned, and rolled his eyes all at the same time in that reckless way of his. Like he always had something better to do, something more important. Somethingmore exciting. And we were all fools going through the motions of life the way we did. This reckless confidence of his had almost gotten him killed three times last year alone.
Just then, I heard the shot crack through the air. Clean like a whistle. Loud like death.
“Get down!” I roared, shoving Dante’s head down with my hand and dropping low to the ground behind the metal container where we were taking cover.
Dante, that idiot, slid over to the corner to peer around. “Fuck!” he hissed, turning back to me pale-faced. “One of our guys has been shot down.”
Fuck.
“It’s a setup!” I yelled into my radio and exited my hiding spot to return fire. Someone was actively trying to kill us. Dante joined me without question.
The firing just didn’t stop. The problem? We didn’t know where the hell the shooters were. This wasn’t just the Espositos showing up late. This was us walking into their den like little playthings.
“Fall back!” I ordered into my comm. “Fall back now!”
We retreated under heavy fire, our men covering Dante and me as we moved. We were leaving with three fewer men than we had arrived with.
And I repaid their loyalty to our family by leading them straight to their deaths.
By the time we reached the exit point, my fury had turned into a deadly need for vengeance. Someone would pay for those lives cut short. I’d make sure of it.
Once we had regrouped at our safe house a mile away, I gathered my men. “Any updates?”
Anton, who was on the phone with the snipers called in for backup, turned to face me. “It was a single shooter, Boss. The snipers caught him trying to head north.”
“A single shooter?” I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “One man did this?”
Anton nodded grimly. “He took position and knew exactly where we’d be.”
“Do we know why?”
“A broker hired him. Someone knew we were coming.”
“Damn it!” A broker meant that we’d never know who ordered the command against us. Brokers never gave names. Brokers moved like ghosts. Today had been for nothing. We had put in all this effort only to be duped and left empty-handed.
In my mind, there was only one group keen enough to toy with us like this: The Espositos.
