Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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"If you've come here for Aiyden, you can crawl back into whatever hole you've come out of because you're not getting him back, not even over my dead body." I tell Mikhail.
"I'm not here for him." He states.
"Then why are you here?" I ask, confused.
"Because you need to be taught a lesson."
"And what's the lesson?" I ask because I'm curious as to what his answer will be.
"That you don't mess with me and live."
"Hm." I hum. "That's funny." I state. "Because I have the same rule and it turns out you've crossed that line too."
"And you don't take what's mine."
"See that's where you and I differ. Aiyden isn't yours, hell he isn't even mine. I'm his mother, I don't own him." I state. "Besides, he's Anatoly's son." I lie at the end.
"You're lying. He's mine, I can tell. Even if he was my brother's, everyone believes Aiyden is mine and therefore he's my heir. He's my heir and you took him." It was the other way around but ok.
I didn't take him, he wasn't even born. I took myself and he just so happened to be inside my belly. "You don't get to play the 'he's my heir and you took him' card because we both know that's the only reason you wanted him." I state. "And that's exactly why you don't deserve him and never will."
"I don't give a crap what you think I do or don't deserve, he is my son. I'm not going to let some whore like you ruin my legacy with your pathetic feelings. You're dispendible, Reyna and I won't let you bring up my child to be weak just like you."
I don't bother arguing any of the untrue, biased things he's saying because I'd be wasting my breath. I know none what he's saying is true and that's all that matters. While his words fill me with white hot rage, I'd never let him see that. I'd rather get this over and done with.
Instead, I plaster on a smirk.
"If I'm so weak then fight me." I state. I take the knife out of my sleeve and toss it to the floor.
He slowly does the same. He pulls out a blade and drops it to the floor.
I know better than to trust Mikhail and his dirty tricks. That wasn't the only weapon I have on me. I don't doubt that he has more too. Unlike him, I don't need a weapon to kill. I have honor, I'll only use a weapon if he draws his first.
His eyes are filled with hatred as he moves before me. He attempts to push me but when he misses he redirects the attack and tries to trip me. I stumble but barely before sweeping my leg and trying to trip him back. Just like his attack, it barely does anything.
He takes ahold of my wrist, his rough grip sending a shooting pain up my arm. Before I have even a second to think his other hand is wrapped around my other wrist in a vice like grip.
