Page 58 of Pregnant Bratva Possession

She fixed her gaze back on me and her smile melted into a frown. “With what? Your fucking tears?”

She eliminated the space between us and grabbed my jaw. Then, pressed her fingers hard against my cheeks and teeth, forcing my mouth open. “Listen to me, you insufferable pest. You’re going to die tonight andIam going to do the honors of snuffing out that worthless life of yours. It’s better to accept your fate, to die by my hands rather than my father’s. If you give him the chance, he’ll rip out that growing bug straight from your womb.”

More tears streamed down my face and I clenched my teeth so hard, I felt a headache. I looked her in the eyes and spat on her face. “Fuck you!” I yelled. “If you dare lay a hand on my baby, you’re dead.”

Sophia’s nostril flared as she wiped my saliva off her face. She careened and her breaths quickened, almost as if she was hyperventilating. She glanced at her men. “Leave her!”

Their grips loosened and...

Whack!

Her hand flew across my face, colliding with my eye and my cheek. I swayed to the side, momentarily stunned. But Sophia wasn’t done. Her arms flew forward and she pushed me backwards. Luckily, I didn’t fall. But it was a trap. I was right where she wanted me: in the sea of the killers.

“I want her dead! Beat her up, purge the bastard from her womb... whatever you must do to rid her from the face of the fucking earth, I want you to do it! Kill her now!”

They didn’t hesitate. Sophia’s wish was their command.

One of them advanced, with haste in his steps, snatched my wrist with one hand and raised the other to hit me. I was hurt and angry, but who was I kidding? I didn’t have the required strength needed to fight off her men.

I shut my eyes and patiently waited for the blow to come. But it never did.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots were fired in rapid succession and I felt something warm and wet splash on my face. My heart stopped beating. I froze, like a tree rooted in the soil as the hand on my wrist grew limp. No one and nothing made a single sound, except the quiet whooshing of the cool night breeze.

And it carriedhisscent.

Instantly, my eyes snapped open, just in time to see the man in front of me fall to the ground, with a lifeless look in hiseyes and thick, red blood streaming out of his mouth and down the back of his head.

The man dropped at my feet and, aimed at my head, was a silver Gsh-18. Until he put his hand down and revealed his face.

That face I had missed so much. I couldn’t believe he was standing right there, no more than a foot away from me.

“Vlad.”

I whispered and a smile climbed up my lips.

Relief flooded my chest, hot stinging tears filled my eyes, and I almost ran straight into his arms, but for the frosty, blood-lust glare in his blue eyes that stopped me in my tracks. He was wearing black dress pants and a black short-sleeve shirt. Even his outfit screamed death.

His raven black hair fell in soft cascades below the collar of his shirt and muscles flexed underneath the black ink of flames on his hand as he released the magazine, scanned it, and pushed it back in.

“Allow me to make a promise...” he said; his icy tone dripping like venom and his sharp jaw ticking as he slowly stepped forward.

I craned my neck upwards; I could spot the smooth outlines of his chiseled face. He was so close now, barely a few inches away. The scent of soap and aftershave tickled my nose. The only thing separating us was the dead man’s body by my foot.

The gold earrings in his ears glimmered under the light when he cocked his head to side. “If anyone moves an inch closer to her, that person will get one hole in the eye and another in their fucking mouth. I have 17 bullets left. Trust me, it’s enough to go around.”

Chapter 23 - Vlad

I arched a brow and waved the gun in the air. “No one?” I turned my head to the left and the men receded. Their eyes shifted and, though their countenances were barely readable, their weapons sat stiff by their sides. In slow motion, I angled my head towards the right, wiggled the cold metal, and the other men mirrored their fellows.

Triumphantly, I retracted my hand. “I thought so.” I tucked the gun between my belt, patted the leather, and lifted my head. She stood there, at the other end of the dead body separating us, quivering, and clutching her brown bag close to her chest.

She was still sofuckingbeautiful.

Our eyes met. Glassy deep-brown orbs colliding with mine. She smiled and allowed me in, granting silent permission to see everything those immersing eyes of hers held. Hope. Vulnerability.

Seeing her again caused something warm to travel through my bloodstream and my heart scuttled against my chest. A cold scud sent leaves skittering down from the trees and the lights from the street poles surrounding the gallery bathe her with an ethereal glow. I scanned her and a frown clawed its way down my lips.

---