Page 34 of The Bratva's Nanny

“Don’t look, baby girl. It’s okay.”

She moved through the cameras, hating how her hands shook. Going through the cameras, she came to a stop at the dining room. Dmitry was there. He was tied to a chair and there was a man she didn’t recognize, but one she did. George. Right there, in front of her eyes, she watched as the other man aimed his gun and fired at George. Her ex-husband had been shot in the head, and the man turned the gun toward Dmitry.

Alix didn’t know where his men were. She checked the other cameras and gritted her teeth. There was no way she could allow Dmitry to die.

Where were his men? Dmitry was completely defenseless.

You’re pregnant.

Not a fighter or a killer.

Turning toward the bed, she pulled Sofia off of her and placed her down. “Listen to me, Sofia, I need to leave.”

“No, please, don’t leave,” Sofia said.

“Look at me. I’m only going to be gone for a little while but your father needs me.” She pushed the girl’s hair back from her eyes. Her forehead was covered in sweat.

Alix took the ring off her finger. Sofia loved the ring. She loved playing with it. “You see this? This is going to keep you safe, because you know I’m coming back for you. I’m going to help your father, because he is going to marry me and I’m going to be your mother, and you and I, and your father are going to bring this little guy or girl into the world.” She nodded. “Isn’t that right?”

Sofia nodded but she did have tears falling down her cheeks.

“Do you trust me?” Alix asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Now, I want you to hold this ring, and I want you to count for me, and then once you have counted, I want you say the alphabet, and then once you do that, you’re to spell all of those words I taught you.” There was a notebook on the desk, and Alix grabbed it along with a pen. “Can you do that for me?”

Sofia nodded.

She kissed the girl and then pulled her in for a hug. “I love you, Sofia, and I’m going to go and help your father.”

Alix didn’t have a clue what she was doing. Stepping toward the panel, she slammed her palm to the button and the door opened. Typing in the code on the panel, the door closed, and now Alix was out in the open.

She found the secret tunnel to the main garage, and from there she made sure to take her movements slow. There was no one in the garage, and she was able to open the door to the main kitchen without a hitch. Her heart raced with every step she had taken.

She hadn’t thought this through. This was terrifying. Fear raced down her spine. This was not the cleverest thing to do.

The door to the dining room was open. She had only been in the kitchen a few times. Near the back door, she quickly covered her mouth as she saw a man with blood surrounding him. She didn’t recognize him and she heard Dmitry and the man she assumed was Angeloff.

“Do you really think they’ll listen to you? They will fall to you?” Dmitry asked.

“I have taken out the almighty Dmitry Balakin. The man who is supposed to be indestructible. Tonight I will kill you, I will kill your bride, and I will kill your little girl.”

Alix heard the threat, knew it was going to happen.

“Before I kill your bride, I might show her what a real man feels like.”

“A real man? Real men don’t rape,” Dmitry said.

There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Alix looked around the kitchen and immediately spotted the knives. Her hands shook but she grabbed the blade and knew she couldn’t fuck this up. If she did, Dmitry, herself, and Sofia would die. She was not going to let that happen.

Stepping away from the counter, she rounded the kitchen, heading toward the door. It was only open slightly. In all the times she’d eaten in the dining room, she couldn’t remember if the door squeaked. Putting a finger toward the door, she pressed it open. No noise. Alix kept pushing it, hoping no one would notice the door opening. When it was wide enough for her to fit through, she closed her eyes and prayed to whatever god was watching over her, and then she focused.

Peering her head around the door, she saw George first, on the floor, lifeless. Angeloff had his back to her. He held a gun in his hand that was directed at Dmitry. As for Dmitry, he was tied to one of the dining room chairs. She looked at him, and she knew he saw her.

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