Page 126 of His Darkest Obsession
The hit that made Anatoly pakhan in the first place.
But she can’t mean... she wouldn't kill her own son... would she?
I care for no one but the bratva, and I shall love none other than the bratva.
The room starts to spin tilt around me.
She would. She absolutely would.
"The Volkovs should have become powerful allies" Valentina continues. "But because of you, he turned them into enemies."
No, she's not talking about killing Anatoly.
She's talking about killingme.
My legs tremble beneath me, knees threatening to buckle as ice floods my veins. The taste of copper fills my mouth. I've bitten my tongue without realizing it.
Valentina's eyes narrow as she studies my face. A small, calculating smile plays at the corner of her lips.
"You think I'm threatening your life?" She laughs. "I'm not so stupid a woman that I would threaten you directly... not yet anyway."
Her gaze travels slowly down my body, lingering in places that make me want to cross my arms over myself. I feel exposed, stripped bare despite being fully clothed. I'm suddenly aware of how I must look right now. My hair is still messy from Anatoly's hands, my lips are swollen from his kisses, and I probably still even smell like him.
She knows.
Of course she knows.
"Does my son use protection when he fucks your cheap cunt?" she asks.
My heart plummets to my stomach. I want to lie, want to say yes, but the glimmer in her eyes tells me she already knows the answer.
She's just waiting to catch me in a lie so she can have an excuse to hurt me more.
I shake my head slowly, eyes downcast.
"And are you on birth control?" Her voice is deceptively soft now.
"I was..." I whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "But not since I came here."
Cold fury radiates from Valentina's entire body. Her face hardens into something so monstrous that she hardly looks human.
"And just how often do you spread your legs for him, whore?" she hisses.
How often? Every single day. Every single night. Every single moment when we can steal even just a few minutes. We can't seem to keep our hands off each other. Sometimes, we'd even wake up at the same time in the middle of the night and won't go back to sleep until we've had our fill.
The terrifying smile on Valentina's lips widens at my silence.
"But if there's a bastard growing inside of you that might one day lay claim to this bratva, then I won't hesitate to do what's necessary."
As if to make her point, she places her other hand on my stomach and press hard enough for it to hurt.
The threat is unmistakable. The room spins violently around me as bile rises in my throat.
I can't hold the nausea back any more.
My stomach heaves violently and before I can stop myself, I vomit all over myself.
Valentina jumps back with a disgusted shriek before my vomit splashes her expensive shoes, and her face contorts in revulsion as I vomit again.
