Page 92 of Never Distract a Biker

Scarlett laughs, and I feel something in my chest tighten. Since I was eighteen, I’ve spent years shielding myself from people, and have never experienced this—a family creating something together. It’s disarming in a way I can’t describe.

“They’ll love it,” I finally say, stepping into the room. All three of them look at me, and Scarlett’s smile softens.

“These children are going to end up spoiled,” Yelena says.

“Good,” Scarlett says, “because they’re going to grow up spoiled with love.”

She’s right. My children will know love. But they’ll also know the strength of the family surrounding them.

As we leave the nursery, Scarlett turns to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “We’re heading to the cinema room. Don’t wait up.”

I arch a brow. “I wasn’t planning to.”

She smirks, linking arms with my sisters as they walk down the corridor. Their laughter echoes, and I linger for a moment, watching them disappear around the corner. It’s a sight I never thought I’d see—a woman who makes this house feel like home.

I retreat to my office. A thick folder waits on my desk, the latest update on the five-star luxury hotel project nearing completion. Lev and Zasha are sitting opposite me, also pouring through folders.

I flip through the pages, noting the construction milestones, projected profits, and a list of suppliers. The numbers are solid, the vision is clear. This will be more than a hotel—it will be a statement.

Lev clears his throat. “The Sidorov Bratva is fully integrated,Pakhan,” he says, his tone crisp.

I glance up. “No resistance?”

Zasha smirks. “None worth mentioning. The last meeting I held with their leaders made the hierarchy clear. No one wants to test the newPakhan.”

I nod, satisfied. “Good. Any signs of betrayal?”

“Not a whisper,” Lev replies. “We’ve tightened the reins.”

“Keep it that way,” I say firmly. “The twins’ birth will mark a new era for the Makarov Bratva. I won’t tolerate dissent.”

Zasha leans forward, a rare grin breaking his stoic demeanor. “The Sidorovs know better. No one will forget what happened to Vovka.”

The room falls silent for a moment, the weight of those words lingering. I close the folder and rise. “Keep them in line,” I say, my voice low but commanding.

I’m mid-sentence with Zasha when my phone buzzes on the desk. Alina’s name flashes on the screen. My chest tightens as I grab the device.

“She’s in labor,” Alina says, her voice urgent but steady.

The air shifts around me, every muscle in my body tensing. “I’m on my way,” I reply, already moving. Zasha and Lev fall into step behind me as I head toward the cinema room where Scarlett is with my sisters.

Scarlett leans against the wall, her hands on her belly and her face a mix of determination and discomfort.

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” I say, moving to scooping her into my arms. But she protests weakly as another contraction hits.

“I can walk, Viktor,” she grits out. “I feel more comfortable walking.”

She winces as another contraction grips her, but she waves off my attempts to carry her. “I can walk,” she insists, her voice strained but determined. “Just … don’t let go.”

I don’t argue. Instead, I offer my arm, letting her lean on me for support. Each step is slow, deliberate, and laced with tension.My hand rests firmly on her lower back, steadying her as we navigate through the corridors.

Her breaths come in shallow gasps, her grip on my arm tightening with each contraction. “You’re doing great,” I murmur, my voice low and steady.

Scarlett flashes me a small, strained smile. “Liar.”

We step outside, and the cool night air washes over us. I help her into the car, my hands never leaving her for longer than a moment. Alina and Yelena slide in beside her, their chatter subdued but supportive.

In the driver’s seat, I glance at Scarlett through the rearview mirror. She catches my eye and nods, her silent reassurance igniting a fierce determination within me.

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