Page 53 of My Bratva Stalker

“Honey, give me two minutes.”

“That’s too long.”

Shake my head. Then take the test.

My heart races. My stomach in knots.

And then, because I know he’s seconds away from breaking the goddamn door down, I take pity on him and open it. Viktor storms inside.

We wait. We watch. The seconds tick by.

My chest is so tight. A baby. Our baby. I’ve thought about it. Dreamed about it. Imagined a little boy with his dad’s dark blue eyes. A baby girl with my bright smile. I should have known it was just a matter of time with how vehemently this man has been at me from the moment I stepped inside his house.

Then— Two pink lines. Positive.

My vision blurs. My legs wobble.

Viktor catches me, breath ragged, hands shaking.

I whisper, “Oh my God.”

His eyes are wild. Dark. Fucking unhinged.

He cups my face, his voice thick and raw.

“You’re carrying our child.”

I nod, tears slipping down my cheeks.

And then—I’m on the counter.

Viktor grabs my thighs, yanks me closer.

“Gotta fuck another one into you, printsessa.”

I gasp, my body already on fire.

“Viktor—”

His mouth crashes on mine, his growl vibrating against my lips.

“No more talking, baby. Let daddy take care of you.”

THE END.

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