Page 158 of SINS & Riley
I scan the streets, pulse hammering so hard it feels like it’s rattling my ribs. “I don’t see anybody.”
Boris’s jaw locks, his eyes dead ahead. “At the house.”
The words slam through me. The house.
My stomach free-falls, dread crawling icy fingers up my spine. “We need to go there. Now.”
“That’s not the protocol.”
“Zver’s life might be at risk. Dominic’s too. Fuck the protocol!” My voice slices sharp, cracking with panic.
For a full minute, I can’t even tell if he’s steering us toward the house or away from it. The uncertainty claws at my chest, suffocating.
“Are you driving toward the house?”
A beat. His knuckles tighten on the wheel. “No.”
“Goddammit, I’m ordering you.” I jab my finger in his arm to the beat.
His eyes cut to me, flat and unshaken. “You are not my boss. You can’t order me.”
Oh yeah? Watch me.
“I’m carrying Zver’s baby,” I spit, lying through my teeth. “And that makes me more than your boss. That makes me—” I scramble for the words. “Zver’s baby mama.”
“Baby… mama?” He repeats it slow, like the words are foreign currency he’s never handled before.
Seriously, who the hell hasn’t heard of that?
“You heard me. And trust me, the last thing you want up your ass is a pregnant woman’s wrath. I’m hormonal as shit, and I will never, ever forget. Do not make me your living nightmare. ”
He just stares, frozen, like a stunned rhino caught in the headlights.
Time to pull out the big guns.
I jab a finger at the windshield, heat blazing through my chest as I lay into him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Boris. You’re taking me to the house. Right. Fucking. Now. Or so help me—every time this baby has a tooth coming in, projectile vomit, or a blowout from hell—you will be the preferred babysitter.”
For a second, no reaction.
Then, he exhales through his nose, a sound halfway between a laugh and a growl. “You fight dirty. Dirtier than Zver.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment.”
His hands tighten on the wheel. He jerks it hard, tires screeching as we spin a brutal u-turn.
We drive at breakneck speed for so long you’d think we’d be halfway across the world. But every mile drags like a snail crawl.
Pain claws through my side, sharper with every bump in the road.
I bite it down.
“You okay?”
Damn this man. He notices everything.
“I’m fine. Eyes on the road.”
“Yes, boss.”
