All Chapters of Pregnant & Desired By The Mob Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ArtyomDominic grabs the back of my shirt and lifts me up. "It is my turn to talk, nephew. Listen."He releases my shirt, letting me sag forward, but I do my best to stand tall. I've seen Dominic torture men before. He feeds on weakness. Any sign of it will be like blood in the water. Regardless of his plans, he won't be able to keep himself from striking out again."Your father never appreciated me," he says, shaking his head, his eyes focused on some point in the distance. "He was older than me, which meant he would become the boss. I knew that growing up. I accepted it, even though I was the one better suited for the position. But then it happened, and he relied on me for everything. I was his second, but I made all of the decisions, while he received all of the glory. It was maddening."I'd never considered the fact that my uncle and I shared the same position in the family. We were both second-born sons, more responsible and suited to leadership than our elder brothers. I'd grown

NadezhdaI feel for the gun I stole from Cyrus, stashed in the waistband of my jeans, but I know I can't use it. As much as I want to, it would only bring more soldiers out of the trees. Even if I could manage to kill Dominic, I would be overpowered or run out of bullets before I could escape. And still yet, that would do nothing to save Artyom when he arrives. No, I have to wait.Dominic instructs the man to hold his position and moves clockwise along the edge of the trees, probably going to talk to more of his men who are hidden there. More of his men who will certainly kill Artyom when he arrives.The thought makes me feel nauseous and it takes every ounce of my remaining strength to keep down the acid in my stomach. I have to. Because I'm the only person here to help Artyom. I'm the only person here who is on his side.If either of us want to get out of here alive, I have to keep my head.I don't see Dominic again until a second car pulls into the clearing.This time, even with th

ArtyomWe are standing almost cheek to cheek, and I can feel the sweat from his skin dripping down my chin. He is shaking with rage and exertion and adrenaline, and then, all at once, he drops his gun and lets it fall at his feet.Sticking close to him, I take a few steps away from the weapon, doing my best not to limp because of my injured leg. The men standing around us back away to maintain their distance."Shoot me if you must," I shout to them. "If you do, you'll kill your boss, too."A good leader would have told his men to fire. A good leader would have told his men to win at all costs.But Dominic is not a good leader.He is selfish. He is out for himself with no real concern for the men around him.If they realized how little he actually cares for him, they'd shoot us both dead on the spot. I have no intention of informing them.Slowly, I lead Dominic back towards the Hummer. The engine is still on, though I haven't seen the driver emerge yet. They are probably dead inside. B

ArtyomI explain the events of the last few days and Dominic' betrayal. I tell her about the fight in the field and how Nadezhda risked her own life to save mine. I tell her how we escaped, how I killed Dominic before fleeing in the Hummer, and she listens with wide eyes, tearing up when I tell her I thought Nadezhda was dead."You really love her, don't you?" she asks, reaching out to grab my hand.I shake my head. "It doesn't seem fair to talk about that right now. Not when so many people have died.""That is exactly the time to talk about love," she argues. Then, she pauses, looking up towards the ceiling. "You know your father came to see me after Lukyan died?"I do a double-take, surprised. "No, I didn't know that."My parents rarely saw one another face to face. Throughout my entire life, they had lived separately, and as far as I knew, didn't even talk. I constantly wondered why they didn't just divorce.She nods. "He came to see me because he was worried about you."That reall

NadezhdaI feel my fingers first.A soft, pulling pressure. It is warm and nice, and for a minute, I'm still too lost in the fog to realize I don't know where I am. And I can't see anything.Slowly, though, I become aware of my other senses.I feel the firm mattress beneath me, and I smell the generic lemon scent of clean tile floors. Then, I hear the soft beep of the machine behind me, and I know I'm in a hospital. The thought startles me for a moment, but then I realize the beeping means I'm alive.And the tug on my fingers means I'm not alone.I try to remember what happened, how I got here, but escaping the cloud of my thoughts is like untangling myself from a net. I make my way out through slow, torturous effort, freeing myself one thread at a time."Nadezhda?"The voice is familiar but far away. Like I'm hearing someone's voice from underwater."Nadezhda, are you awake?"Warmth wraps around my hand, and I know it is Artyom.I fight against my heavy lids and the aching fatigue in