Page 74 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

The office door looms.

Safety.

I shove it open, stumbling inside.

Vasiliy, Raffe, and Jaromir whirl toward me mid-argument, their faces flashing from confusion to alarm.

My breath catches. My body collapses forward.

“Galina?” Vasiliy’s voice slices through the haze, sharp and low. “What thefuck?”

Chapter 22

Future Worth Bleeding For

Vasiliyi

Galina crashes into my office like a hurricane of blood and panic.

Her voice is a shredded whisper—my name on her lips, terror in her eyes—and then she drops.

I’m at her side before the others can even move. She collapses against my chest, sobbing with silent terror, her whole body trembling like a live wire. My arms catch her instinctively, cradling her close. One look at her bruised jaw, the blood in her hair, and the cut across her scalp, and something inside me snaps.

“What the fuck happened?” I demand, but her words are slurred, barely recognizable.

“Matvei,” she breathes. “He… I— He tried—” Her voice fractures. She’s babbling, incoherent, whispering about insults and injuries, but her mouth can’t keep up with the fear still clawing through her.

And then she starts to fall. Her knees buckle, her limbs give out.

“No, no, stay with me,” I growl, tightening my grip. “Stay with me, Galina.”

Her head lolls against my chest. She’s losing consciousness fast.

“Jaromir, get the fucking doctor, now,” I bark. “And find that piece of shit Matvei. I want his head on a spike.”

The men scatter, but I barely register them. My whole world has shrunk to the trembling woman in my arms. I lower her gently to the leather couch, fighting to keep my hands steady. There’s blood in her hair. Bruises blooming across her skin. And beneath it all, the faint curve of her belly—our child.

My fingers find her pulse. Steady, but her skin’s clammy. I press a clean handkerchief to the worst of the scalp wounds and curl my other hand over her stomach.

No one touches what’s mine and lives.

“Vasiliy?” Her voice is faint, barely there.

“I’m here,” I murmur, brushing sweat-damp hair off her forehead. “You’re safe.”

Her eyes flutter open, wild and unfocused. “The baby?—”

“The doctor’s on his way,” I say, even though it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until I see her whole, until I know the baby’s okay.

She tries to rise, but I press her back gently. “Easy. You protected yourself,lisichka. You protected both of you.”

Tears fill her eyes. “He tried to— If I hadn’t— He was going to—” Her voice breaks again.

I know what she’s saying. And I know what she’s not saying.

My vision darkens. My jaw locks. The beast inside me howls for blood.

I gather her into my arms, holding her tighter than I probably should. Her body trembles against mine, and every shake fuels the fire already burning in my chest. I will tear Matvei apart with my bare hands. No man lays a finger on Galina and survives.

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