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“You can’t possibly believe this devil, Kosta,” she says with calm determination. “Everything I did, I did for you.”
“Then stop it, Mother,” he pleads. “Just stop it already. I never wanted anything you gave me. Never asked for it, either, so stop forcing it on me.”
“How…how can you say that?” She glares back at Kirill. “It’s all because of you! I knew you’d be a damn nightmare from day one, you fucking devil spawn. Just die!”
“Nooo!” I scream as she takes the shot.
Everything happens too fast.
Uncle shoots at the same time, and then a few more shots follow.
Blood spills.
And more blood.
And it splatters on me.
No, it’s coming from inside me.
My head gets dizzy as I look down and find my thighs soaked with blood.
Someone calls my name, but my head rolls back, and everything goes black.
27
SASHA
A nightmare startles me awake.
I don’t know what it’s about. All I remember is floundering, gasping, and choking in a pool of blood.
“Sasha?”
I blink the moisture from my lids, and my breathing returns to normal as I meet Karina’s bloodshot eyes. Anna stands beside her, a compassionate look covering her usually stern features.
Alarms blaze in my head, and I start to sit up. The IV tube digs into my arm, and Anna helps me straighten.
I stare down at the hospital gown and recall the blood between my legs.
Memories attack me all at once. Being strapped to the chair helplessly as Kirill got—
“Where’s Kirill?” I blurt.
“With Kosta,” Karina replies. “He said Yulia tried to kill him, so Kosta pushed her away, and Kirill shot her. She’s in the ICU.”
Oh. A sense of relief grips hold of me and I release a long breath. I was so certain he’d definitely been shot this time.
The door opens and Kristina walks inside. She smiles upon seeing me, even though her face is pale and tired.
“Sasha, you’re awake. Thank God.”
“Is…” I study all their faces. “Is my baby okay?”
“Yes, yes.” Kristina clutches my hand. “You had a little complication, but you protected him. The doctor said you need a lot of rest, though.”
My chest deflates and tears fill my eyes as I place a palm on my stomach. When I saw the blood earlier, I thought that I’d lost him for sure.
Both of them. My husband and our son.
“Does…Kirill know?”
“About the pregnancy?” Karina asks. “Of course. He was the one who brought you here and threatened to kill everyone in the hospital if they didn’t save you.”
“How did he take the news of the pregnancy?” I feel awful that I didn’t get to tell him myself. Worse, I wasn’t even there to see how he reacted.
All my reasons for hiding it from him have vanished now. So what if he uses this to keep me by his side? That’s exactly what I want.
“It wasn’t clear,” Anna says in a motherly tone. “He seemed more concerned about your safety.”
“Oh.”
Doubt starts to niggle at my insides. Maybe I’ve miscalculated this. What makes me think Kirill wants a child? Knowing his parents, he could abhor the family institution.
We’ve never spoken about children before, and he didn’t seem interested when Karina mentioned it the day he locked up his brother.
“Are you okay?” I clutch Karina’s hand. “About Yulia.”
She lifts a shoulder. “I don’t give a fuck about that woman. I’m just glad you, Viktor, and my brothers are safe.”
Me, too.
I hope Konstantin thinks the same and doesn’t hold a grudge against Kirill.
My husband might pretend that he’s a lone wolf, but he needs the level of support only Konstantin can provide him.
My stomach churns at the idea of seeing him and talking to him about the pregnancy. What am I supposed to say? Should I say anything?
Everything is muddy right now, and I can’t seem to concentrate on one thought for too long.
At the same time, I can’t stop thinking about Kirill. Am I a bit disappointed that he’s not by my side? Yes. But I also know why he needs to be with Konstantin after he shot his mother.
At any rate, I need to find him. But before I can do that, the doctor comes to check on me and tells me that both the baby and I are safe. However, I need to rest for a few weeks to avoid putting any more strain on my condition.
No physical activities aside from walking. No rough sex—that bit got me frustrated. No journeys that extend over an hour. No flying either.
After she leaves, I stand up and put on a fuzzy robe that Karina brought for me. As Anna helps me tie the belt, I ask, “Oh, by the way, did any of you see my brother?”
Karina’s face pales.
My heart nearly drops to my feet. I think I remember Uncle Albert shooting, but Anton also had a gun. He couldn’t have hurt him, right?
“What is it?” My voice shakes. “Is he okay?”
