Page 51 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
“Like hell they have,” I answered, “because I’m not the same girl from two months ago.”
“No, you’re not—you’re carrying my child!” He raised his voice. “In case you don’t realize, that is a big deal.”
I hesitated, shocked by his outburst. It was almost as though he was afraid of something—something he hadn’t told me about.
“I want no part of your life, your world, or the violence that comes with it.”
“Well, too bad. It’s a part of you now,” he answered, his expression blank. “Now get dressed and start parking.”
I looked him dead in the eye. “No.”
Seconds later, something sharp pricked my neck, like an injection or a dart. Whatever it was, it weakened me quicker than I had imagined.
As I glared at him on that comfy bed in that familiar room, I realized what had happened. “Son of a bitch, you drugged me!” I climbed down from the bed, fuming.
“You left me no choice.”
“Fuck you!”
He met my eyes and rose from his sofa, calm as still water. “I’ve tolerated your attitude long enough. No more.”
Those words stung, but I kept my cool, holding his gaze.
He continued, his voice low and steady, “For the sake of our unborn child, you’re not allowed to leave this estate again.”
“What?!” I tried to protest to no avail.
“You are to stay inside these gates, and should you be caught attempting to escape, there will be consequences.”
“You can’t do that!” I barked, seething. “You can’t imprison me again!”
He hesitated for a second. “You fail to see the bigger picture. That has always been your problem.”
We locked eyes, and in the depths of his, I caught a glimpse of that fear. I knew in my heart that he was trying to protect me—especially now that Vika was coming for my head. I just hated him for how he tormented me two months ago.
Was I frustrating the one man in the world who was trying to keep me alive? He made it seem like he was only taking extreme measures because a baby was involved. But even before he found out about my pregnancy, he’d been sticking his neck out for me.
It still didn’t change what he did—and I was still furious.
“Instead of looking at me with so much hatred, you should be glad I haven’t punished you for trying to keep my childaway from me.” His expression darkened by a fraction, his jaw locked.
A cold shiver sprinted down my spine as his words sliced through me. He was pissed at the way he found out and would’ve probably lashed out under different circumstances. But for some reason, he didn’t.
It was clear that this child meant something to him, and I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. As a ruthless monster, did he have what it took to be a good father?
He glanced at his watch. “With everything that’s happened, you need maximum protection. You and the baby, of course,” he continued. “I’ve doubled security around the house, and I’ve arranged medical care—the best in the city.”
I felt my anger slowly dissipating into thin air as he spoke. It wasn’t just his words that got me; it was the intention behind the action.
“If you need anything,” he added. “You know what to do.” He let out a quiet, exhausted sigh, rubbed his head, and walked away.
I watched him head toward the door, my mind reeling with unanswered questions.
He stopped by the door, looked back, and said, “You’re a prisoner anymore.” His eyes bore into mine. “You’re the mother of my unborn child.”
The door closed behind him, leaving me alone in my gilded cage. I placed my hand on my lower abdomen, my heart racing.
Images from the dream I had earlier flashed through my mind. What did it mean?
