Page 60 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan

Mira paled. “What do you intend to do with that thing?”

She made certain her voice was loud so that Mikhail could hear it, so he would know now was a good time to come right in and save her. What the hell was he waiting for anyway? Alena didn’t seem to have any men working with her. She seemed to be alone.

Alena studied the crowbar as though she were surprised to find it in her hand. “Well, it’s like this—I believe that karma is a woman. And I am a woman. Know what else karma and I have in common? We both wanna make Mikhail pay for what he did to Dmitri.”

She sauntered over to Mira. Mira’s blood went cold at the look in Alena’s eyes. She wasn’t imagining it, the woman was crazy or at least halfway there. The look in her eyes just wasn’t right.

“So you want to pay Mikhail back for killing Dmitri. How does that have anything to do with a crowbar?” she asked desperately to keep Alena talking.

Why the hell was Mikhail taking so long?

“Mikhail has a weird sense of justice. When he found Dmitri and me in the throes of passion, he decided to punish Dmitri most severely. He ripped out Dmitri’s cock with a crowbar before he put a bullet in him. So I’m going to rip out your baby with a crowbar before I kill you with a pistol.”

Mira sternly told herself that this was not the time to faint as the room swam before her eyes.

“And while we’re on the subject, your father also happens to owe me one. He shot my favorite earring to smithereens right from my ear, and then he threw me out like trash.”

“You are trash,” Mira told her.

A strange light entered Alena’s eyes, and Mira knew she had pushed too far and the woman was about to strike.

Mira started to respond when someone sprang at her from the shadowy part of her room where her wardrobe was and cupped a hand over her mouth, stifling her cries and Alena quickly stepped forward and blindfolded her.

“Let me go,” Mira tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth muffled her words.

Next, they stuffed a nasty-tasting handkerchief into her mouth and tied another cloth around her mouth and head to hold it in place.

She paled with fright when Alena lifted her hand high in the air to strike. And that was when she saw it, the pinpoint infrared light that only a sniper rifle could make—it was aimed dead-center on Alena.

The bullet from the sniper rifle shattered the glass as it flew through the distance and hit Alena in the hand, dislodging her grip on the crowbar.

Mira’s screams were still echoing through the room as Mikhail tore into the room with Vlad and his men on his heels.

He rushed to Mira even as Alena was flung to one corner of the room by the impact of the bullet that had hit her. Her accomplice, a greasy-looking man, darted for the windows and jumped out, uncaring of the one-story height.

Mikhail untied Mira carefully and lifted her into his arms, hugging her close and kissing her temples. She laughed and drew his head down for a kiss pouring the relief she felt into the kiss.

When he lifted his head, she asked, “How did you know?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t. I was just coming to tuck you in and insist you put your feet up when I heard her voice from the hallway.”

She nodded happily, her arms still around his neck.

Mira blinked owlishly at him. “You saved my life. She was going to…” Her voice trailed off in consternation, unable to repeat what she had heard.

He nodded and kissed her nose. “I think you ought to know, I would never let you be harmed. Not on my watch.”

Mira looked over at where Alena was being pulled to her feet by Mikhail’s men.

She swung her gaze trustingly to him. “Mikhail? What do you plan to do with her?”

Mikhail shrugged. “I was going to make her go back to that island, but it occurred to me that she would just escape again. I’m out of ideas. What do you think?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Right at that moment, Alena slammed her head right into Vlad’s forehead as he reached around her to tighten the handcuffs. She executed a mighty swing with her arm that wrested a pistol out of the hands of one of Mikhail’s men and she pointed her gun directly at Mikhail and Mira.

Before she could pull the trigger, Vlad pulled his faster and shot her dead center in the middle of her forehead.

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