Page 82 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
“Please,” I said, trying to keep up, hating the desperation in my voice. “Just let me explain—”
My phone buzzed again, more insistently. Then my emergency line started ringing too.
I hesitated, torn between answering and following her.
She didn’t wait for me to make a decision. She walked out, slamming the door behind her.
I nearly went after her, but both phones kept ringing. With a curse, I answered the emergency line.
“What?” I barked.
“Boss, we’ve got a situation,” a lieutenant’s voice came through. “One of our shipments was hit. Caspian’s calling everyone in.”
Fuck.
***
By the time we got the attackers off our backs, night had fallen. It took more than three hours to get our injured men to hospitals, to calculate the damages we faced, and to send spies on the ground for intel about what the hell happened.
I was tired. Exhausted.
But I drove home faster than was safe.
I needed to see Autumn. I’d explain everything, even though I didn’t have the right word for ‘obsessed.’ But that’s what it had been and remained.
There was something about Autumn that told me, at first sight itself, that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I’d beg for her forgiveness if I had to. I’d never begged for anything in my life, but for her, I would.
When I got home, the house was too quiet. The staff wasn’t around. Had she sent them off? Did she want privacy? All the lights were off, save for her bedroom.
I expected a fight.
I expected fire, fury, and slammed doors.
And I was fine with it. As long as we spoke, I was fine with it.
“Autumn?” I called out, taking the stairs two at a time.
I knocked on her bedroom door but didn’t hear her acknowledge it. Still, she was inside. I could hear her.
Fuck it, I thought, and barged right in.
She was packing, throwing clothes into her suitcase.
She didn’t look at me when I stepped into the room. Didn’t speak. Just folded another sweater and placed it in her suitcase.
I stood in the doorway, throat tight. “Autumn—”
“Don’t,” she said. Her voice wasn’t angry.
It wasempty.
That scared me more than anything.
“I know you hate me right now. I know what I did was—fucked up,” I forced out, stepping closer. “But Ineedyou to understand—I only did it because I couldn’t stay away from you. And you wouldn’t have come to me unless I made you need me.”
Then she looked up—and I wished she hadn’t.
