The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Twenty three

Sienna

I still can't believe this is my reality now, I thought to myself, trying to process the whole situation that had me on the edge. My life was like a scene straight out of a Hollywood movie where I was a sunshine girl who had gotten entangled in the web of a Russian mafia boss.

I thought things were complicated between Vlad and me, but then things took a drastic turn for the worse. Now, being pregnant with Dad's best friend's baby was the least of my problems.

Looking out the window, I watched Vlad's armed men roaming about my house like commandos—their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of threats or residual danger.

I spotted one so big that he reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger from The Terminator.

Being pregnant with Vlad's child meant I had a bullseye plastered on my back, making me a target for his enemies.

I stepped away from the window, thinking how messed up it was that the people I'd thought were my parents for twenty-one years weren't actually my parents. To make matters worse, the man who I was attracted to, the father of my unborn child, was, in fact, my biological father's killer.

Yep. That's so fucked up.
I had been lied to my whole life, and that sucked. I hated everything happening, but was there anything I could do about it? No.

There was a knock on my door, and my heart skipped a beat from the trauma of what had happened the last time—how Andy had abducted me. But that wasn't the case. He had been apprehended and I was safe...I hoped. At least there were commandos all around, so that helped.

"Honey, it's Mom," she said from outside the door.

I frowned at her voice, unwilling to talk to her or any of them, for that matter.

"Can I come in?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism.

She wants to talk, said my voice of reason.

I know, but I don't wanna talk to her.

You're hurting and disappointed, but just hear her out. I believe there's a reason why they did what they did.

I knew she had a reason, but I wasn't ready to listen yet because then I'd understand, and I didn't want to understand.

It's Mom, Sia. Listen to her.

I drew in a deep breath and said, "Come on in. It's open."

The door squeaked open, and she walked in. "Hi, honey."

I didn't respond, just turned away with my arms folded across my chest.

"You're angry, I get it—really, I understand. But just gimme a chance to explain," she said softly, her voice filled with remorse.

"Explain what, Mom?" I turned to face her.

She had tears in her eyes, and that just broke my heart.

"You lied to me...for twenty-one years," I blurted out.

"I know."

"Were you ever gonna tell me the truth if this hadn't happened?" I asked, looking right at her.

She sighed but didn't respond.

"I didn't think so," I grumbled.

"Sienna, honey...." She stepped forward and held my hands, her eyes locked on mine. "This doesn't change anything; you're still my daughter, and I am still your mother."

"That's not the point, Mom," I said, breaking out of her hold. "You withheld the truth from me all my life." I stepped back, being all stubborn and emotional.