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“But I thought Fiona is carrying the firstborn since I’m sure it is further long.”
“You are having a boy.” He tells me like it makes sense to me.
"I didn't ask for this. Viktor and I are over. Why can't people just move on?"
“Our family has a reputation to keep. The baby you are carrying is a threat. You have to understand and accept that. Even though he is out of wedlock, he has to be raised as a Manarch. It's our way."
"I don't want that life for my son.”
"It doesn't matter what you want. It doesn't matter if they know you aren't with Viktor. Everyone knows Viktor would leave Fiona in a split second if he knew you are pregnant."
Why is it every time I am close to taking a step forward, somehow Viktor pulls me back in? He brought me into a world that I don't want to be part of. Now I can’t escape it or him. I will always be in some sort of danger. I can't help the tears. The reality of the truth drowning me in sorrow.
"Are you ok? What is wrong?"
"I should have never walked into that restaurant.”
"It definitely would have made my life a lot simpler." We laugh.
It's not a laugh mocking the situation. We both know that. It's that laugh when you realize you are in an impossible situation. It won't matter how far I go or hide. My son is a Manarch whether I want him to be or not. This is a reality that will never change. How can I protect my son when I can't even protect myself? I just want to be able to peacefully breathe again. Not to live in fear. I am grateful for Oliver. But I don't want to live my life running or hiding because of Fiona or her father. This is not a life a child deserves, especially mine. I find myself thinking how I wish I would have let Viktor be here with me and him seeing me through this. His warmth and words telling me everything will be ok. I wish I could leave everything behind, but it’s like I’m frozen in place. I can’t imagine being a million miles away from Viktor. Am I masochistic, not wanting to truly disappear? Is a part of me wanting the secret to get out? Why the hell did I have to fall in love with Viktor Manarch?
Chapter Twenty One
Viktor
Another day and nothing has changed. Babysitting a fucking grown woman because she can’t be bothered to take care of herself or our child. Jumping through hoops keeping the peace within the clan. I’m on my last set of bicep curls in the gym when my phone rings. I let it go to voicemail. Then it rings again. I set the weights down and grab my phone. The screen reads Angus.
“Hello,” I greet.
“I know you don’t want to be bothered. I wouldn’t call if I didn’t have to.” I grab my water bottle and drink, preparing myself for whatever new bullshit has come to light.
“What is it?”
“We have a situation in Gotham.”
“What sort of situation?”
“Cillian is here.” I almost drop the bottle of water at the mention of his name.
“Where is Oliver?”
“Trying to get him to leave.”
“Don’t let Oliver do anything stupid. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Aye.”
I end the call and take a quick shower. Thankfully I’m in the city already. I’m not worried about Cillian. I’m worried about what Oliver might do and what will happen if he does. He isn’t the aggressive type, but he won’t stand down if it means protecting the clan. It’s not long before I am pulling up to Gotham. There are some of my men at a standoff with some of Cillian’s in front of Gotham.
“Cennard,” Angus greets at the door. I often tell him not to use the Gaelic word for boss. But he is set on his ways.
“What is the latest?”
“The man is a nyaff.”
“He is an irritating man. Where are they?”
“By the bar.”
