Page 80 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
“Make it two,” Boris replied, rubbing his forehead. “I’ll need one as well.”
She nodded and walked away.
“I can’t lose her, Boris,” I said, elbows on my knees as I cracked my knuckles absently.
“You won’t.” He sat beside me, his gaze fixed on the ward in front of us. “She’s a fighter, that one. You and I know that for sure.”
Blood on my hands seemed more familiar than this fear tearing through my chest. I used to think that I was too cold to feel anything, that nothing in this world would ever scare me.
I was wrong.
The same man who’d stood in places that reeked of death, who’d watched men beg and break without ever feeling a flicker of emotion, was tonight weighed down by fear. The same fear he was known to inflict on others.
How ironic.
“Here you go.” Polina appeared out of nowhere, handing me a steaming cup of coffee.
I accepted it without a word.
She handed Boris his as well, then asked, “Anything?”
He shook his head. “Not yet.”
This waiting was worse than any violence I’d ever been involved in. And it was killing me softly.
My fingers clenched around the hot cup of coffee in my hand, ignoring the searing pain biting into my flesh.
Finally, the doors opened, and a doctor stepped out, holding a notepad in his hand. “Mr. Tarasov.”
“Yes.” I rose to my feet, meeting his gaze. “How’s my wife? How’s our baby?”
“She experienced what’s called a threatened miscarriage, most likely triggered by severe stress or physical exhaustion.”
I stepped forward, my face twisting into a frown. “Doctor, how’s my wife and unborn child?”
“They’re both stable.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, my fingers rubbing my forehead.
“That’s good news, right?” Polina asked him.
“Of course,” the doctor replied. “We don’t see any signs of immediate loss. But she needs strict rest and close monitoring henceforth.”
I folded my arms across my chest, paying closer attention to the instructions.
Strict rest.
Close monitoring.
Got it.
“Lack of sleep and any kind of physical strain at all can escalate the situation,” he continued. “For now, the margin for error is reasonably small. If you abide by my instructions, there will be no further complications, and she should carry the pregnancy safely.”
I glanced back at the ward and saw that she was already awake. “Can I go see her now?”
The doctor traced my gaze. “Sure.”
I left him with Boris and Polina and began walking toward the woman who’d almost made me lose my sanity.
