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I thought it was just being stuck in here that was making me crazy. But maybe it was hormones…
Like…pregnancycan also impact your hormones.
I give myself a few moments to wallow in the realization that I might beactuallycarrying Matysh Volkov's child, then jump to my feet. I can't let this deter me from doing exactly what I planned on doing.
In fact, it’s evenmoreof a motivation now.
I’m getting the fuck out of here. Whatever it takes.
Chapter six
Matysh
Where the fuck is he?
Boris was supposed to be here at the dock an hour ago. And I mean, maybe being late is nothing more than a power play on his part, but I have half a mind to say “fuck you” right back and leave.
I lean against the cold metal of a shipping container, my hands shoved in my jacket pocket as I stare out at the water. I can see the Statue of Liberty in the distance, with all the different riverboats blasting Christmas music, sailing toward it. I frown.
Fucking holidays.They were never something my father allowed us to enjoy—not until we were older. My faded, long-lost childhood memories seem to beg to differ…
But I’ve killed too many people since then.
“Marriage looks good on you,” Boris calls, interrupting my thoughts. The collar of his coat is raised to cover his neck against the biting cold, and in that moment, I can’t say I see any resemblance between Catarina and himself.
Which is a good thing.
“You’re late,” I say flatly.
He grins. “Well, the abnormally cold early December temps are getting an ache in my bones. Still, you look less…tense?” He gestures over the length of my body.
“Hardly,” I deadpan. If anything, I’m more tense than ever, fighting the goddamned urge not to go back into Catarina’s room and fuck her senseless. But…
Something has kept me at bay.Dignitymaybe.
“I assume you and my daughter have been getting along nicely,” Boris says, meeting my gaze. I’ve got a few inches on him, and I don’t have a clue where he’s going with this.
I glare at him, my arms folded across my chest. “Is that why you called this meeting?”
He ignores me. “You’ve consummated the marriage?”
I purse my lips. “Yes.”
“I assume you would have led with her being pregnant if she was.” Boris sighs and looks out at the water. “You're not lying to me, are you?”
“Why the fuck would I lie?” I bristle, swallowing down the offense. “I have no reason to withhold anything from you.”
“Well, you won’t let me talk to her myself,” he bites back.
I shake my head, my fists clenching at my sides. “I said she needs some time to settle in.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I ignore it, though I feel a flicker of worry in my chest, thinking it could be about Catarina. But she’s at home surrounded by people that I pay more than enough to keep her safe.
If anything, she’s probably just berating Helena again. That seems to be a new hobby for her.
I shouldn’t be worried about her, but God knows who the people who killed my brother have next on their list from my family. And the only way I can make sure she’s safe is by being there myself.
“How many times have you—”
