The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Twenty one

Sienna

With a slight groan, my eyes fluttered open as I regained consciousness. My vision was still blurry, and there was a ringing in my ears. My head hurt like this was the morning after a late-night party—it felt like a hangover but worse. My body was weak, and all my bones seemed to be aching.

The heaviness of my head was literally weighing me down, affecting my ability to think. Wincing at my aches, I tried to reach for my temple but realized that my hands were zip-tied to the chair I was strapped to.

"What the hell?" I struggled with the restraints but to no avail.

What's going on? Where am I?

I was fully conscious now, panicking as I took in the surroundings. I was alone in a dimly lit room with only one source of light: the small window behind me, through which dusky rays penetrated. A few paces in front of me, there was a red door, and it turned out that I had roommates, a few rats scurrying here and there. I hated rats. The room reeked so terribly, like I was down in a sewer, and it was nearly impossible to breathe.

Okay, what's going on here? I wondered, shaking with fear.

It would appear that you've been kidnapped, Sia, one of my voices said.

What?

What's the last thing you remember? the other one asked.

Shit.

The last thing I remembered was the man who had injected me with...whatever the hell that was.

That explains why you're so weak.

Wake up. You're dreaming, Sienna. Wake up, I thought to myself.

Unfortunately, you're wide awake, and you've been kidnapped, my voice of reason said. The question is: Who would want to kidnap you, and why?

I think what we should be thinking about right now is how to get her out of here—she's pregnant for Christ's sake, said the other voice.

You're right, the reasonable one agreed. Okay. Where do you think we are, and how the fuck do we get free from these zip ties? Then there's the issue of who's outside that door....

"Hello, Sienna," a thick voice said, interrupting my thoughts.

It came from a shadowy corner to my right, and I jerked in my chair, alarmed. "Who's there?"

The air was filled with the scent of cigarettes, mixed with a rich smell of cologne—although the foul stench of the room was stronger.

I could see the red tip of the man's cigar burning in the shadows, and soon, he let out a puff of smoke.

"Who are you?" I asked, fear-stricken. "Why did you kidnap me?"

I watched him step out of the shadows, unmasked, with the cigar hanging off his lips. He was no older than Vlad or my dad. The man was huge, with a pair of gray eyes that matched the color of his hair. His beard was perfectly trimmed, and he was dressed up in a black jacket over a pair of jeans.

"Who are you?" I repeated, now knowing that he was a complete stranger.

"My name is Andy," he replied.

I swallowed hard, knowing this was not a good sign. He'd shown me his face, and now, he'd just told me his name. This meant he had no plans of letting me live after this.

My heart was pounding in my chest as though it was about to jump out of my ribcage.

"What do you want with me, Andy?" I managed to ask.

"You?" He took a step closer, a twig snapping beneath his boots. "Nothing. I have no beef with you." He unsheathed a blade.

I flinched, pulling away as he flashed it in my face.