Page 106 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
I was going to kill him.
Someday—soon—I was going to make Igor Petrov beg for mercy he’d never get. And then, I’d kill those bastard Espositos.
But now wasn’t the time.
The world narrowed to a single focus—Megan, slumped against a tree, guarded by three increasingly nervous men. I signaled to Dante and Giovanni, marking targets with quick hand gestures. They nodded.
“Three. Two. One.”
We moved as one, firing simultaneously. Two guards dropped. The third managed to get off a wild shot before Dante put him down.
I sprinted to Megan, reaching her just as gunfire erupted from the south side. The Espositos were engaging with Gastone’s men.
“Megan.” I touched her face gently. Her skin was cold, clammy. “Megan, it’s Federico. Can you hear me?”
Her eyes fluttered. “Fed...rico?”
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” I scooped her up, cradling her against my chest. She weighed nothing, like a child. “Giovanni, cover us.”
“On it.”
I turned to carry her back toward our vehicles when I saw Igor. He was nearly at the SUV. He scrambled into the SUV as bullets sparked off the metal around him. The engine roared to life, and he sped away in a spray of gravel.
The firefight behind us was intensifying. Our men were holding their own, but the Espositos had brought heavy firepower. I could hear Caspian coordinating our forces through the comm.
“We need to move!” Dante appeared at my side, breathless. “They’re bringing in reinforcements from the east.”
“Call it,” Gastone shouted. “We’ve got what we came for—fall back!”
“Everyone retreat now,” Caspian ordered through his comm. “Megan is secured.”
We moved quickly through the trees, away from the gunfire. Megan stirred in my arms, mumbling something I couldn’t catch. Her pupils were dilated, uneven. Concussion, probably. And God knows what drugs they’d pumped into her.
The SUVs were waiting for us, ready to go. I passed Megan to Dante as I opened the rear door, then took her back, gently laying her across the backseat.
“Shhh. You’re safe now.”
I slid in beside her.
As we pulled away, I caught glimpses of the ongoing battle through the trees. Another day, I would have stayed to finish it. But not today. Today, I had more important things to protect.
I wanted to call Autumn, but Megan was in bad shape. I kept speaking to her, trying to get her to murmur. To stay awake. I looked over at Dante. “She needs medical attention. Have Luca call Dr. Brandt. Tell him to meet us at the house in thirty minutes.”
Dante got on the job while I held Megan’s hand. “Shhh,” I whispered, over and over again. “You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Megan was safe. Autumn was safe. Our child was safe. For now, that was enough.
***
Dr. Brandt was waiting when we arrived, his medical bag already open on the kitchen table. I carried Megan inside, laying her on the couch while the doctor immediately began checking her vitals.
“Pulse is weak but steady,” he murmured. “Pupils dilated. Consistent with Rohypnol, possibly mixed with something else.” He examined the wound on her head. “Concussion, but the skull feels intact. She’ll need fluids, monitoring. Probably a CT scan to be safe.”
I nodded. “Whatever she needs. Set it up.”
He worked quickly, inserting an IV, cleaning the head wound, and checking for other injuries. I stood back, giving him space, my mind already racing ahead. The Espositos’ involvement with Igor meant this went deeper than I’d thought. This wasn’t just about the money. This was a calculated attack on my family.
And I would respond in kind.
