Page 99 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
It hit me then—reallyhit me.
She was carrying my child.
I was going to be a father.
The weight of it settled in my chest—not the crushing kind. Therealkind. Heavy because itmattered.
We’re having a baby.
My mind started spinning, but not in panic. In motion. Planning.Providing.
She’d need a better mattress. More pillows. Something for her back. I’d have to talk to the doctor again. Set up the first real OB-GYN appointment. Perhaps I could arrange for her to be seen at the private clinic in New York with the best prenatal care. No, wait—Florencehad that specialist Beatrice mentioned once, who does video calls.
Her vitamins. I’d make sure she had the good kind—the ones without the crap filler ingredients. Folic acid, calcium, and iron. I needed to remember all of that. And she needed to eat more. Properly. No more skipped breakfasts or just coffee. I’d hire a chef with expertise in prenatal nutrition if I had to.
And what about security? Was the house safe enough? Cameras, backup generators, reinforced doors—yeah. But still. I’d double-check it all.
I rubbed my jaw as I made my way into the dining room. I could barely focus on what I was eating because my mind wandered between all the things I needed to do for Autumn.
I’d never daydreamed like this before. I wasn’t that kind of man. But damn if I didn’t want this now.Her. This baby. All of it.I wasn’t going to fuck it up this time.
I had barely eaten a few bites when my thoughts came to a screeching halt. My phone. It was ringing somewhere.
I patted down my suit, still half distracted by thoughts of Autumn, when I finally found it.
“Dante?”
“Federico. We need you. The warehouse up north was hit early this morning,” he said. “Caspian wants us there now.”
I glanced at the clock. It was just past seven a.m. “I’ll be there in twenty.”
I dressed quickly, grabbing my gun from the safe. When I went to check on Autumn before I left, she was still asleep. I left a note on her nightstand explaining where I’d gone and promised to be back soon.
The warehouse was in chaos when I arrived. Every window had been smashed. Many of our loading machines were smashed up.
I immediately went to look for Caspian and found him huddled in a corner, speaking to Achille.
“What happened?” I asked, joining them.
“At around six, four men in masks came in guns blazing,” Caspian said grimly. “They took out two of our guys and wounded three more.”
“What did they take?”
“That’s the strange part,” Achille looked worried. “Nothing. They had access to the safe, the product, everything. But they didn’t touch any of it.”
A warning bell went off in my head. “Nothing?”
“Not a damn thing,” Caspian confirmed.
Dante and Giovanni arrived, bringing coffee for everyone. We spent the next hour surveying the damage, reviewing the CCTV footage, and speaking with our men, trying to make sense of an attack with no apparent motive.
But I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept drifting back to Autumn. To our baby. To Igor Petrov, who began appearing inmy office, threatening me for more money. To how meaningless this attack seemed.
Something wasn’t right.
“You okay?” Dante asked, noticing my distraction.
“I…I think it was a dupe,” I said suddenly.
