Page 52 of Bratva Bastard

“You know,” Sorokin said, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth and speaking with his mouth full, pieces flying out and onto that sickeningly-golden tablecloth. “If my brother were to call my wife in private, I don’t think I could react as calmly as you did.”

Was hetryingto start shit between us?

“How unfortunate for you. I trust my brother and my wife. If Maxim feels he should call Gemma to check up on her, then I appreciate the concern. It’s called looking out for your family.”

Sorokin narrowed his eyes, but Dimitry simply smiled, sticking the fork in his mouth and clearing it.

When would this fucking nightmare be over?

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“What the fuck is going on?”Dimitry asked as soon as we shut the car doors. “What happened with Crissy?”

Misha’s head shot over, looking at the two of us. “Did something happen in Trancoso?” he asked.

“Dimitry,” I sang out, grabbing his face with my hands and kissing his cheek—a move he wasn’t expecting. He shoved me away, laughing. “Oh, brother, I’m so glad you can take a hint. Crissy is missing, so I called Gemma to investigate.”

“And that’s when Ana showed up and assumed you were fooling around with her,” Misha said, connecting the dots for me.

I nodded. “Yeah, but we need to figure out what the fuck happened to Crissy, because there’s one thing I haven’t told you guys.”

They waited expectantly as I took a deep breath.

“She’s pregnant.”

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Crissy

“Take off your clothes,” Anderi ordered, staring at me with his arms crossed, taking his stance of dominance once more.

I sat on the bed in a hospital room—or what looked like one.

No. Absolutelynot. There was no way I’d strip in front of him. Sensing my hesitation, he pulled out his knife, reminding me of what would happen if I didn’t obey his orders.

“Please,” I begged, my voice weak and broken—almost as much as I was. “Don’t make me do this.”

He rolled his eyes, heading for the cabinet. Pulling out a hospital gown, he shoved it in my hand. “Did you honestly think I’d want to bed someone likeyou?Fucking trash.”

Although I was relieved he only wanted me to change into the hospital gown, I wished he would’ve turned away as I’d done so. Instead, he stared at me, watching my every move. But he wasn’t seduced by a naked woman in front of him. If anything, it pissed him off more. The man was filled with more rage than I knew a person could hold.

I peeled away the clothes that were soiled with dirt and sweat, and slid on the cold, papery fabric of the robe. I tried to tie it in the back, but my muscles ached and it was hard to reach around.

A few minutes later, a man entered the room. Andrei referred to him as “doctor,” and suddenly, it all seemed too real. At least before he showed up, there was still a possibility of getting away, stopping the abortion. But now that he was here, it felt like an anvil had been dropped on my chest, the wind completely knocked out of me.

“You good?” Andrei asked, pulling out his phone. “I’m going to call Mr. Sorokin and let him know we have the whore and are ready for the procedure.”

The doctor spoke in a cheery voice. “Yes, yes. Of course. Go on and make your phone call. I’ll take it from here. When the procedure is finished, the patient will be waiting in the recovery room.”

Andrei nodded, closing the door behind him as he left the room.

I sat on the bed, waiting for the doctor to make the first move. My body trembled and I was too panic-stricken to do or say anything. I tried to steady my breathing, control my body from shaking too hard, but it was impossible. My heart still pounded, beating a hole through my chest.

The doctor simply watched me, his head tilted slightly, observing my behavior. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I nodded and croaked out, “Yes.”

He took a deep breath, and in a voice much lower than the previous question, he asked, “Do you want this abortion?”

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