Page 21 of Immaculate Deception (Romanoff Bratva)

Harder. Touch me. Make me come…

At that, the truth comes thundering down over me.

The vet I fucked at gunpoint nine months ago got pregnant.

And the baby is mine.

Arya

The Hospital

The men crowding at my bedside are all clad in black. I can see weapons bulging out under their shirts. Lots of weapons.

I clutch Lukas to my chest. “Who are you?” I gasp.

A short man in front with a tattoo of a rose on his neck sneers wickedly at me. “Who areyou?”

They can’t possibly know who I am. Who I was.

No way. I burned all those bridges a long time ago. I’ve been careful. Covered my tracks. Kept my head down.

“Arya George,” I say. I’m hoping the men will realize they’ve made a mistake.

A tall, thin man makes his way around the right side of my hospital bed. “That name mean anything to you?” he asks his comrades.

The two others shake their heads.

Fear is moving down my spine, freezing me vertebrae by vertebrae. I eye the nurse call button on the side of the bed and lunge for it.

But a hand clamps down over my wrist before I can mash it down.

The leader wags a finger in front of my face. “They won’t come in here even if you call for them,” he says, a slight accent detectable in his speech. “They are following orders like good little girls. You should do the same.”

Lukas stirs and whimpers. I hold him tighter, a fierce protectiveness washing over me. “What do you want?” I demand.

“Answer a few questions and we’ll be on our way.”

The man looks like he’d smell like cigarette smoke and leather. When he leans closer to me, I confirm that he does in fact smell like cigarette smoke and leather. His head is bald, but he has a close-cropped beard and beady, searching eyes.

“How do you know Dima?”

I screw up my forehead. “Who?”

The man tightens his grip on my wrist until I whimper. “Donotlie to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How long have you been seeing him?”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” I insist. I try to pull my arm free, but the man keeps a firm clamp on it.

He eyes Lukas and raises his eyebrows, not at all swayed. “Is that so? No one ever explained the birds and the bees to me in full, but I’ve picked up on the finer details over the years. I’m fairly certain a man is required to create one of those little fuckers.” He points at my baby to illustrate his point.

“I’ve had sex before, yes,” I scowl. “Thanks for the biology lesson. But not in nine months. And I didn’t even know the guy.”

The leader narrows his eyes. “I told you not to fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not lying!”

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