Page 76 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

“Oksana brought it in before the doctor arrived. Said it’d calm you.”

She takes a careful sip. “I had time to think.”

I lower my phone and watch her. “About?”

“The pregnancy. And my uncle. He’s making his move,” she says, voice flat. “My family’s coming for us.”

I lean forward, sharp and still. “Tell me everything.”

She closes her eyes, wincing slightly in the light. Even now—bruised, battered, shaken—she doesn’t unravel. She’s spent years navigating power plays and Bratva politics, learning to survive without letting herself fracture. And even in this most vulnerable state, she’s fighting, not breaking.

Her voice is soft, but the words slice deep. She tells me about Detective Rong—how the mask slipped, how the setup wasn’t a coincidence, but a calculated attack. With every sentence, something inside me coils tighter. The rage builds, slow and lethal, until it feels like I’m vibrating with the need to destroy.

“They’re all working together against us,” she whispers, a tear tracking down her cheek. “They’re obsessed with revenge. Rong offered me a deal.”

My jaw clenches. “What kind of deal?”

“Protection. A clean slate. Safety for the baby,” she says with a bitter edge. “All I had to do was testify. Against you. Against your brother-in-law. She showed me photos, Vasiliy. Of me. Of us. They’ve been watching. Planning.”

My blood goes cold. Surveillance. Leverage. This isn’t just heat from law enforcement—it’s war. And they’re trying to use the one thing I can’t afford to lose.

“But you said no,” I murmur, even though I already know the answer. I just need to hear it.

“Yes,” she breathes. “But she won’t stop. And neither will my uncle.”

I pull her into me, careful of her bandages, and rest my chin against her hair. “We’ll handle them. Rong. Vladimir. Anyone else who wants a piece of this. But for now, you need rest.”

“I should go home?—”

“You’re staying here.” It’s not a question. “Until it’s safe. After that, I’ll take you back to the penthouse.”

She exhales softly but doesn’t argue. Her body melts against mine.

“I was so scared,” she whispers. “Not just for me. I couldn’t let him hurt the baby. I couldn’t?—”

“You didn’t,” I interrupt, stroking her back. “You protected our child. Like a mother should.”

She goes still in my arms. “I never thought I wanted this. A baby. A future. But now…”

“Now?”

Her gaze lifts to mine. Fierce. Unapologetic. “Now I’ll fight anyone who threatens my child. Even my own family.”

I kiss her forehead, then her temple, sealing the vow I’ve already made without words. She doesn’t need promises from me. She just needs truth.

“Rest,” I murmur. “I’ve got you both.”

Her body relaxes, finally letting go. Her hand settles on her stomach as she drifts off. Outside this office, the world still spins. My enemies are still out there, plotting, circling, hunting.

Let them come.

I’ve survived hell before. But this is different.

Now I have something to protect.

Someone.

Love isn’t armor. It’s a weapon.

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