All Chapters of Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NadezhdaIt takes me thirty minutes to find the strength to crawl out of bed and put my clothes on after Artyom leaves.His words ring in my head the entire time.I know Lukyan is the father of your baby.She saw you two together about ten weeks ago.Timeline matches up.In the moment, I wanted to shout that he was crazy. But then, reality hit me. I'd never been alone with Lukyan. And certainly never when his mother was around.She saw you two together about ten weeks ago. Timeline matches up.A wave of nausea washes over me as I walk towards the cottage where I grew up, where my mother still lives. Where I lived up until a little over a week ago.I press my hand to my stomach and think the question as loudly as I can, desperate for an answer. Who is your father?Lukyan had always been the Paplov twin most interested in me. But that was only because he was the Paplov twin most interested in everyone. He smiled easily, flirted often, and was always in search of the next good time. I ta

ArtyomI see the smoke when we are still blocks away. The gray cloud mingles amongst the smog, darkening the sky."Shit," Dominic says. "It's worse than I thought."When we pull into the lot, we realize it is even worse than that.Men, both dead and injured, are spread around the lot. Some of them are having wounds tended to. Blood soaks the ground and puddles amongst the gravel. It looks like a battlefield.And in the middle of it is my father.This is the first time I've seen him out in public in a year. He only comes out for serious family matters, so his presence reaffirms that this attack is a huge fucking deal."Where have you been?" he asks when he sees us approaching. I don't know if he is talking to me or his brother, or both of us, but I let Dominic answer."I don't live in the city, Vlad. It takes me a minute to get here.""This happened an hour ago," he says angrily. "You should have been here no more than thirty minutes after that."Dominic sighs in frustration and looks

NadezhdaWaking up feels like fighting my way through a thick curtain. The material presses in on me, warm and suffocating, and no matter how hard I try, I can't see anything. My eyelids are practically glued together, and forcing them open starts a deep, painful ache at the back of my head.I lift my hand to touch my skull and make sure it isn't split open, but my arm is rubber. Moving it feels like someone is lifting my arm by a puppet string, out of my control. I probe the back of my head with my fingers, running them slowly across my scalp. I don't feel anything damp or sticky, which means no blood, but there is a massive, tender bump.That is when I remember the crack on the back of my head.As if electrified, my eyes snap open, and I sit up.Immediately, my head swims, but I plant my arms on the floor on either side of myself to stay propped up as I find my bearings.The room around me is dark, but there is enough light leaking in from a window across the room that I can make ou

NadezhdaJust as his fingers appear at the edge of the curtain, I spring forward with my arms and legs out like a ninja. Cyrus lets out a whoosh of air as the full force of me hits him square in the chest. The curtain is between us, keeping him from clawing at me or fighting as effectively as he normally would, so I use it to my advantage.We stumble backward, Cyrus slamming into the bathroom wall, and I grab two handfuls of the vinyl material and wrap it around his round head.Immediately, he opens his mouth to inhale and the curtain fills his mouth. Without air, he begins to panic, thrashing around, and I know I won't be able to hold on much longer. Not long enough to actually suffocate him, anyway. So, I drop my feet to the floor and use the extra leverage to shove him harder against the wall.His arms wrap around me, squeezing tight enough that it is hard to inhale properly, but that is okay. Now, I know where his hands are. And they aren't anywhere near his waist.My heart is ham

ArtyomThe address I was sent is east of the city, deep in a pocket of trees that seem to crowd the narrow road more and more the further I drive. The sun should be just west of the highest point in the sky, but I can't see it through the heavy foliage. Only the car's headlights allow me to cut through the murky shadows and see the road.Finally, there is a turn in the road and the trees begin to thin. Dappled light covers the dirt road, and if I wasn't heading towards such a daunting meeting, it may have been pretty.Instead, the beautiful day feels like a taunt.I haven't heard a word from the people who have Nadezhda since the call yesterday morning, and I am desperate to see her. To see that she is okay and safe.I study the trees as I pass, hoping to see a flash of movement that would signal the presence of the reinforcements Dominic called, but I see nothing. I know that means they are staying hidden and doing their jobs, but it would make me feel better to know I'm not heading