Page 48 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
Searching.
But he was the monster I ran from. Not those thugs. He probably killed them all.
I ran faster, my legs burning and chest heaving. I didn’t know where I was going—only away from the nightmare I’d stumbled into. Away from Federico.
My mind raced, trying to stitch together everything as I fled.
The unexplained injuries. Coming home with blood on his clothes. The strange late-night business meetings. The mysterious bank transfers worth millions.
I stumbled over uneven pavement and caught myself from falling by bracing against the wall. I looked around, desperately trying to orient myself. Where the hell was I?
Industrial buildings loomed on either side, and I was utterly lost.
“Think, Autumn,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my racing heart. What had I witnessed? Federico torturing a man, followed by men hunting me down, wanting to take me to “the boss.” Federico killing them in return.
The money. The mansion. The guards. The weapons. The fear people showed him at the gala. Was Federico some kind of assassin? Hitman?
That’s what it had to be. From how easily he tortured and killed, I knew he wasn’t new to this. It had to be his profession. He was getting paid for this.
Fuck.
I was married to a professional killer.
I darted down a narrow alley, praying it led somewhere with people and safety.
What was I thinking, following him? How stupid could I be? Playing detective like I was in some crime show when real bullets were flying.
I took a right, then a left, moving deeper into the maze of alleys. I felt like I was going the wrong way. Getting more lost.
Panic clawed at my throat.
Where was I? These buildings all looked the same. I couldn’t even see the main road anymore.
I turned another corner and stopped dead.
A brick wall. No way through.
A dead end.
“No, no, no,” I muttered, turning back—only to freeze at the sound of multiple footsteps coming my way.
I pressed myself against the wall, hoping the shadows would hide me. My breath came in shallow pants that I tried desperately to quiet.
“Check down there,” a man’s voice ordered. “The boss wants the wife. Alive.”
The wife.
My blood turned to ice.
They were looking for me.
Three men appeared at the entrance of the alley. I pushed myself further back against the wall, hoping they wouldn’t see.
But one pointed.
“There she is!”
I was trapped. No way out. No weapon. Nothing.
