The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Eleven

Sienna

It had been a whole week already, and Vlad still hadn't even tried to reach out to check on me at least. It was radio silent on his end, like I meant nothing to him. Things hadn't ended well between us the last time we were together, which was ironic, considering how blissful everything started out.

Our connection was so strong, our conversations and interests so perfectly aligned that it never occurred to me—not even by the slightest of chances—that he would shatter my heart the way he did.

Now, I was sulking in bed, replaying the incidents in my head over and over again, trying to make sense of why he would treat me like that. Nothing reasonable came up. Was I missing something? What did I do to him?

I sniffled, holding back the tears that welled my swollen red eyes from lack of sleep and too much thinking. Pulling the sheets over my body, I tightened my grip around my pillow, which was literally the only shoulder I could lean on now.

I thought we'd had chemistry, like we had something good going on. Why the sudden change?

Vlad had fucked me so well that night at his place; he made me feel stuff I'd never felt before—fuck! He freaking made me cum!

I smiled at the thought of my body shivering in ecstasy while I expelled my juice. His touch was magical, and the effect on my body was a sweet sensation. He'd been a good lover who handled me like a real man and made me feel like a woman.

No one had ever fucked me the way that he did—none could match his skills and experience.

The smile on my face transformed into sadness as that glimpse of bliss was immediately overwhelmed by a shadow of despair. My heart was heavy and bleeding, and my head was aching from all that thinking.

I'd been trying to figure out what it was I did wrong, but so far, my efforts had been futile, and now, I couldn't help but blame myself. Maybe I'd been too forward; maybe I threw myself at him, and then he took advantage of that.

He was so attractive, and I wanted to feel him inside me so badly that I hadn't stopped for one minute to think about the speed of my pace. Everything was happening so fast, and I thought we were on the same page.

I was so stupid and naïve.

What the fuck were you thinking? I slapped my forehead, embarrassed. Babushka warned you—she told you that he was bad—hell, Mom and Dad clearly didn't want you associating with him, but you didn't listen. You never do; that's your problem, Sienna. You always do what you want regardless of what anyone else thinks or says about it.

In a way, that's a good thing, another voice in my head said.

Is it, though? the previous voice asked. Because right now, she's sulking in bed, crying her eyes out.

Well, technically, she's not crying yet, the one said.

Stop indulging her. She fucked up.

Of course, she did, and she knows that—stop being too hard on her.

I'm sorry, but I can't. That's my job as her voice of reason.

I groaned at the constant voices in my head, threatening to drive me crazy.

"Please, be quiet for one second and let me think!" I said aloud.

For a moment there, it was silent in my head, and I let out an exhausted sigh.

Why are you so hurt anyway? It's not like he didn't tell you he was a bad guy, and bad guys do bad stuff, like breaking a pretty girl's heart. You know that.