Page 51 of Forced By the Bratva King

“No, I am not!” she hollered back.

“He couldn’t get past our cybersecurity—couldn’t have access to our database—so he sent you to get the job done,” I spat the words at her.

On a sob, she choked out, “Artem, this is madness!”

“Madness?” I pointed my gun at Donovan. “I’ll show you what madness really is.”

“What…what’re you doing?” She stepped forward, her voice low and fearful.

“You have until the count of three to admit that you’re his spy, or else I’ll put a fucking bullet in his head while you watch. I’ll show you that I’m the monster that you’ve always thought I was.” My lips pulled into a frown, mirroring the seriousness of my words.

“Artem, please, don’t do this,” she begged, weeping uncontrollably as she inched forward.

She had her palm pressed against her stomach, and she seemed to be in some kind of pain, wincing with each step, but I ignored her.

“One!” I said, my gaze fixed on her and my gun aimed at Donovan’s skull.

“Artem, please, I’m begging you!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” her father muttered, blood dribbling down his swollen lip.

Donovan’s words infuriated me all the more, especially with that hypocritical fatherly look on his face.

Sierra was speechless, trembling at this situation as she shook her head with her palms clasped together. She was pleading with both her hands and her eyes.

“Two!” I got ready to pull the trigger.

That instant, she screamed, and her hands flew to her stomach.

At first, I thought it was some sort of ploy to distract me, but she seemed to be truly in pain. She dropped to her knees, pressing her hands against her stomach with a deep groan.

Shit!

It took everything in me to lower my gun and rush over to her. Despite my anger, she still was carrying my baby, the heir to the Bratva. I squatted over her, and she was rolling in pain, eyes squeezed shut and forehead beaded with sweat.

“Don’t just stand there! Take her to the fucking hospital!” Donovan yelled at me.

It was clear to me that he loved his daughter and that he hadn’t ordered the attack on her life, but that wasn’t my concern at the moment; Sierra’s deception was.

Chapter 21 – Sierra

He hates me now. I know he does. Can I handle that, especially in my condition? I’ve grown to like him so much; how can we both stay in the same house when he hates me? That’s gonna be torture. Guess I sorta deserve that.

The ward was dimly lit, filled with beeping machines and soft whispers as I lay back on an examination table. My top was yanked up to reveal my belly while my eyes were fixed on my husband.

Please, just look at me.

He wouldn’t; his gaze was upon the doctor whose sharp eyes shimmered behind a pair of sleek, silver-framed glasses. The name embroidered on the lapel of her crisp white lab coat was Dr. Everest, and she was a beautiful woman whose blonde hair was pulled back into a bun. Her fingers were perfectly sheathed into a pair of pale blue latex gloves mirroring her professionalism.

I knew better than to think my husband was drawn to her pretty face. No, he was still very mad at me and was simply avoiding eye contact.

As Dr. Everest worked, gliding the transducer across my exposed belly, I continued to try to catch my husband’s eyes, but he wouldn’t look at me. Now, his eyes drifted from the doctor to the screen where a fuzzy gray image was being displayed.

I was glad that I had gotten to the warehouse just in time to stop Artem from killing the wrong man. Niall was not an innocent man—neither of them were, quite frankly. But my father was innocent of this crime Artem had accused him of, with good reason, of course.

But now, what I had feared for a long time had finally caught up with me. The cat was out of the bag, and I’d almost losta lot because of it. Artem would have pulled that trigger if this thing with my stomach hadn’t happened when it did.

I had never seen him this angry before, and to think all that rage was transferred to me. It was so scary, and I was certain that he hated me so much now. Why else couldn’t he look at me? Maybe if I wasn’t pregnant with his child, he would have killed me. I’d have been dead meat by now.