Page 43 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

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“Michail,” I screamed while pounding against the wood door. I tried to escape… again. Michail caught me and I kneed him in his balls. I might have reached his limit. The man was stoic, patient, emotionless, but he wasn’t when I shoved my knee into his balls with all my strength.

I guess it’s totally true that it hurts like a bitch!

The pain etched on Michail’s face was ingrained into my brain and I felt bad as soon as I saw how much it hurt him. It didn’t stop him though from lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He pretty much threw me on the bed and locked me into this fancy bedroom that has been my prison for the past two weeks.

My fist hurt from pounding against the door, but I refused to stop.

“I’m sorry, Michail!” I shouted through the door. “Please, let me out.”

Nothing. Just silence which enraged me even more. “Michaaaail!” I wailed off top of my lungs. I leaned against the door, tears streaming down my face. “Please,” I whimpered as my body slid down the door. “Please let me go,” I begged, the salty tears wetting my lips. It was appropriate. It tasted like my life right now. I knew I couldn’t get away from that arrangement and I still let Sergei sweep me off my feet.

God, Sergei!

I prayed every day that he was okay. And if he was okay, I hoped he knew I didn’t just leave him. I wanted to stay behind with him. It was the reason I never brought up protection again. Damn it, I wanted to get pregnant and have the perfect excuse to be with him. Now, how stupid was that? Talk about doing the wrong thing! That showed more than anything I was a stupid girl. I was the mobster's daughter, for Christ’s sake. I should be stronger.

Thinking about Sergei brought on a sense of sadness and loss. My days were filled with worries about Anastasia and Olivia. Did Olivia make it home? Did that fucking abusive Malcome get Olivia yet? Would he kill her? Fear gripped me at thoughts of Anastasia’s kidnapping. It was like our unforgettable summer turned into a summer of nightmares. I prayed that both of my friends were safe and sound.

The nights were a killer though. They were spent dreaming about Sergei, missing his touch, his arms around me. It was a relief and torture. I missed him with an ache that only he could cure.

Why wasn’t he at the nightclub? The short time I knew Sergei, he always came through. Did Michail and my future husband hurt him? I wanted to ask but was scared I’d either find out he was dead or I’d reveal Sergei to these horrid men. If they didn’t know about Sergei, I didn’t want to alert them to him. Damn it, it was an impossible predicament.

I pulled my knees to my chest and remained sitting on the floor. I had never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. My family wouldn’t come after me since they wanted me to marry this man, who was yet to show his face.

I leaned my forehead against my knees as tears streamed, soaking up my leggings. I have been crying like an idiot every day. I cried more in the last two weeks than I had in my entire life. I cried for my best friends, for Sergei, and myself. The summer wasn’t supposed to end like this.

“Everything will be fine,” I whispered softly to myself, for the hundredth time in the last two weeks. The problem was that I didn’t quite believe it anymore. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it wasn’t to be left at the mercy of my future husband. The idea of him scared me now more than ever.

My hand lowered to my abdomen where a new life was growing.Sergei’s baby.

I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test but was fairly certain. My period was never late, and now I was two weeks late. The problem was that doubt constantly swarmed my mind. Yes, I was emotional but who wouldn’t be in these circumstances. My appetite had pretty much gone down the toilet. But again, it was understandable with everything going on.

If only I could get my hands on a pregnancy test. I couldn’t even imagine asking Michail to go fetch me a pregnancy test. He’d probably shoot me on the spot, on behalf of his boss.

How would I possibly explain the need for the pregnancy test? And where was this damn future husband of mine? Although my skin crawled with just the thought of another man other than Sergei touching me. If this baby and I were to survive, I needed my future husband to get here already. I might just have to suffer through it and sleep with the man.

Just the thought of it had me crying harder. Dad would get a kick out of this. He always said I was too stubborn to cry and here I was bawling my eyes out. How could he let this man just take me like this?

My mind went back to eight weeks ago, the last time I saw my parents and the first time I met Michail. I wished the man in my father’s office would have turned around. As of now, all I knew was that he had light hair.

As soon as I pulled into my parents’ home, I knew something was amiss. A black Aston Martin sat in front of the entrance. My dad hated seeing vehicles in front of our grand entrance. He said it took away from the look of the house. I didn’t particularly like the house; it was too grand and too flashy. Only my parents lived in it now, and even before I moved out, this house was way too big for just us. My brothers had their own luxury penthouses in New York City and preferred to stay there.

“Well, whoever this car belongs to,” I muttered to myself as I parked my bright red Jeep behind the Aston Martin, “if they can do it, so can I.”

I was scheduled to spend the weekend with my parents in upstate New York before kicking off summer with Anastasia and Olivia. I couldn’t wait for our European summer trip to start. I was already packed and had a countdown on my phone indicating each second that we were nearing our vacation.

Exiting my Jeep, I couldn’t help but be at least a little bit impressed with the luxurious car. I peeked into it, curious how the inside of such an expensive vehicle looked.

“Not bad,” I murmured under my breath. “Although not super impressive either.”

Someone clearing their throat directly behind me had me jumping away from the vehicle. I only wore a short dress, and it would not be ideal to be caught gawking into a vehicle with my ass hanging out.

I turned around to find a guy standing behind me. He didn’t look familiar, although he fit right into the category of my father’s business associates. And I stated that with quotation marks in my head. My father wasn’t exactly doing all his businesses legitimately. It wasn’t the kind of life I wanted to be a part of so I often feigned ignorance till I could be done with it. I couldn’t wait.

The stranger and I just kept staring at each other. He wasn’t bad looking, although totally not my type. He was tall and muscular. With his dark hair, tanned skin, tattoos, and those green eyes, I bet women chased after him.

I wondered if Anastasia and Olivia would find him swoon worthy.

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