Page 46 of Forced By the Bratva King

A loud scream echoed from inside the house. My heart recognized it right away; it was her. She was in danger.

“Sierra!” I took off and kicked the front door open, barging into the house.

In the living room, I saw my wife on the ground, crab-walking backward with her hands scrambling for traction on the floor. She looked so petrified, and her eyes were fixed on the masked man menacingly walking up to her with a knife in his hand. Her feet were constantly sliding across the marble floor as her body retreated in a frantic bid for safety.

Her attacker had bent over to pick her up when she kicked him hard in the groin, forcing him to drop to his knees, groaning painfully.

Atta girl,I thought instantly, impressed by her defensive move.

Before he could get back up, I aimed at his head, squeezing the trigger. The bullet penetrated his skull, splashing the wall with his blood as his dead body thudded to the ground.

She screamed at the sight of his now limp body, and I rushed over to her.

“Are you okay? Are you alright?” I knelt beside her, taking her head into my arms. “Did he hurt you?”

She was still in shock, shuddering with trembling lips.

“Are you hurt?” I asked again, positioning her head to face me. “Sierra, talk to me.” I looked into her teary eyes.

She swallowed and gently shook her head. “I was so scared.”

“I know,” I said softly, pulling her to myself as she sobbed.

Sierra had told me when she first discovered she was pregnant that she was afraid of being a target for my enemies. I’d promised to keep her safe—her and the baby—but today, I’d almost been too late.

It was scary how I’d come so close to losing both of them at once. This was an eye-opener for me because I realized then that I cared for her much deeper than I thought.

She jerked her eyes at me, almost as if having the same realization. “You’re worried about me.”

“Of course, I am,” I replied, my gaze glued to her face. “This is my fault. I never should have left you alone. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have experienced this—”

“Hey,” she cut me off, placing a palm on my cheek. “This is not your fault.”

“I almost lost you,” I said, pain piercing my heart.

“But you didn’t.” She shook her head. “You arrived just in time to save me, like you said you would.”

Her words warmed me to my core, and I wondered how she managed to still be such an understanding woman in such a situation.

“Come here,” I muttered, not hesitating to hug her tightly.

Yuri cleared his throat conspicuously, drawing my attention to him. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said. “But you gotta see this, Boss.”

I kissed my wife’s forehead and rose to my feet, walking over to the dead body where Yuri was squatted.

“Talk to me,” I said, stopping in front of him.

“Look,” he said, pointing at a Celtic cross tattoo on the back of the intruder’s neck.

Only one gang used that symbol.

I frowned, gritting my teeth with balled fists. “Fucking Irish! This was their doing.”

“Are…are you sure?” Sierra stuttered, walking over to us.

“Yes, I’m sure. That’s their fucking symbol.” I pointed at it, raging silently. “He saw you at the event and decided to take you away from me. Wrong move, Donovan.”

“What now?” Yuri asked me.