Her Russian

Chapter 73-Maxim To The Rescue

Ilia was doing his best to try and get her to wake up, but she was passed out cold.  He was so worried about her and the baby, he thought he'd lose his mind and then Petrov walked back in.

He was glad, somewhat to see the expression on their captor's face and then when he shouted "What the fuck happened?"  Ilia responded "I don't know.  We were talking and the next thing I knew, down she went.  She has heart issues as well and on top of being pregnant..." Ilia's voice trailed off.

"Heart issues?" Andre asked.  Ilia nodded.  "You saw the scar on her chest, didn't you" he asked hotly.  Watching Petrov walk over and pick up his wife bridal style was almost more than he could bear but he was thankful that she wasn't still on the floor.

Galina's groaning pulled him from his thoughts as he watched her eyes try to adjust to where she was.  "Galina, baby?" Ilia called out to her.  Looking up at him, she let him see a small smile so he wouldn't worry about her.

"I'm okay.  I accidentally skipped dinner last night.  I think that's what happened" she explained, trying to reassure him.

"Well this is just great!" Andre said sarcastically.  "I'm so glad that everyone is okay now."  God this man was an asshole.  Galina's eyes kept looking at the clock.  They had fifty minutes left.

She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared or worried.  She started rubbing her belly, almost as if she was reassuring their son as well as herself.

"Andre, may I ask a favor?" Galina asked her captor.  Begrudging he looked up from the gun he was cleaning.  "What do you want?" he asked snarkily.  

"Since I am to be living with you, I wanted to ask, as a favor to me, if you would please let me visit with my husband one last time.  We only have fifty minutes left together and well you and I will have the rest of our lives."

She tried smiling at him, to show that she was sincere and it must have worked because he waved her over to where Ilia was sitting.

Galina practically ran over to her husband, who was still tied to his chair.  "What are you doing?" he hissed at her.  She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said "I'm spending time with my husband, what does it look like I'm doing?" she hissed back.

She knew what he was talking about and she would address it right now.  "You know I didn't mean anything by what I said to Petrov.  I just needed to be near you and that was the only way I thought I could make it happen.  

The worst thing in the world is having to look at you from across the room and not be able to touch you, or to feel you touching me.  I needed to feel you on my skin.  I've missed it, Ilia.  So much."

Sighing, Ilia let his forehead fall to hers as they silently comforted one another.  "I'm sorry" he whispered as his lips slightly grazed her ear.  His hot breath felt so amazing on her skin, as she took to memory the sound of his voice.

She had no reason to think that Maxim and Ilia's men wouldn't reach them in time but she still had to be prepared and just that thought made her want to collapse.  

Placing her lips to his neck, Galina kissed him softly and then whispered "I'm still not giving up on Maxim and the guys.  I know they are going to be here, Ilia.  I just know it."

Ilia appreciated what his wife was trying to do, but he was a realist and he was preparing himself for the last person he would see, before his death, would be his wife and their unborn son in her belly.

"Please do whatever you have to do to tell our son about us" he asked quietly.  Galina shook her head furiously.  "I won't have to because you are going to be there to watch him grow up" she cried.

"Galina, detka.  You have to face the facts, no one is coming.  I need you to promise me that you will do everything in your power to get that animal to treat you right.  I can't close my eyes knowing that you are being mistreated."

His words cut her deep.  There was no way.  She would find a way to get their son to Valeria and then once she knew he was safe, she would end her life so she could join Ilia in his.  Oh God, she wasn't thinking straight right now.

"Alright, Galina" Petrov said, advancing on where they were sitting.  "It's time."  Galina nodded and gave Ilia one last kiss and said I love you one more time before getting up and walking over to Petrov.

Placing a hand on his arm, which made her sick, she said in a small voice "Thank you, Andre."  The expression on the man's face was like night and day.  He'd never been expecting her to react this way.  Maybe he could make her forget about Savin and then she would truly be his.

Dragging her to a chair, Petrov made her sit down and then he commenced to tying her up again.  "What's going on, Andre?" she asked.  "Well I have decided that I am going to show you a bit of mercy by not making you watch me put a bullet in your beloved husband's skull.  You will hear it, but I won't make you watch it" he was gloating now.  He enjoyed the power he had over women, which he always thought they were the weaker sex anyway.

She struggled as he placed the blindfold over her eyes.  "Ilia!" she screamed.  "I love you!" cried.  Now she couldn't see anything but she could hear Ilia struggling again against his restraints.

Galina panicked at the thought of not being able to see her husband but the thought of hearing him die made her weep.  She could hear the sounds of more struggling as Ilia continued to mouth off to Petrov and then the sound.  One single gun shot.

Galina screamed, it sounded more like a wounded animal than anything.  "Petrov!  You bastard!  I will never love you!" she roared as the tears collected in the dirty bandanna that covered her eyes.

She could hear footsteps approaching her, she stiffened as they got closer and then a hand reached up and pulled off the blindfold.  She almost died from joy right there.

"Oh God, Ilia!" she cried as he hurried to loosen her ropes.  He picked her up like a child with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

As they walked towards the door, she saw Maxim, Tori, Erik, Yuri and Roman but she could hear Ilia's men outside as they took care of the rest of Petrov's men.

Speaking of Petrov, Galina saw his body lying on the concrete, blood seeping from a head wound.  He was dead and he was never coming anywhere near them again.

"Let's go home, detka" Ilia's soft voice rang out.  "Yes" she sniffed.  "Let's go home."