Chapter 12 I can hear Petras horrified gasp as the cake begins to sway , threatening everyone in the vicinity with a Madagascar vanilla bath . Which is probably the finest thing most of these men have ever bathed with , but still not exactly the use we had in mind . Yuri rushes over to save it , but to no avail . The cake swallows him whole . I turn my eyes to the cause of this whole nightmare as it explodes in every direction around me . There she is : April Flowers , dodging chairs and plucking feathers out of her hair . Congratulations , Miss ! one of my men has the gall to yell over the chaos , giving the woman a quick bow of respect as he kicks a Solovyov grunt in the knees . Thank you , Ms. Flowers replies , ever so politely . I decide Ive had enough of this farce . I take out my gun and shoot . As quickly and violently as it began , the brawl halts . The terrace falls silent . My gun , pointed straight at the sky , smokes . No one is looking anywhere else now anywhere but me . April Flowers included . And then a dead dove falls on Petras white shoes , and my bride screams . Chaos resumes quickly after that . So much for crowd control . This situation is officially beyond saving . Boss , Grisha calls , rushing over to me , weve got a problem . No , he insists , grabbing my elbow . Weve got a problem . I follow Grishas line of sight . On the other side of the altar , flanked by two bodyguards , Vlad the Garden Gnome is making his way to me . And he doesnt look happy in the least . Blyat , I curse , holstering my gun and jumping down the altar . On my way down the nave , I mutter to Grisha , Get this under control . Tll do my best , boss . Dont do your anything . Just get it done . Then I stride towards the source of this , who is now back to dodging chairs and congratulations while 21 Chapter 12 skittering around dead birds on the grass I make up the ground between us in a few swift strides . When Im close enough , I snarl . Youre comi with me . I dont give her a chance to argue . I dont give her a chance to speak . I just grab her hand , hold tight , and run Her eyes are huge as she drinks me in . Her throat bobs with a swallow , and I almost bark out a laugh at the ridiculousness of that . She has no problem crashing a five hundred person wedding filled with killers and criminals , but she pales now that its just her and me ? She opens her mouth to speak. Im ready for anything an apology , an explanation , an extortion demand . Instead , she mutters dreamily . It really is a perfect fit. Excuse me ? Nothing ! Its just , um .. the jacket . It suits you really well. I glance back at the tailor in disbelief . Thats your concern ? I growl . You just crashed my wedding , and youre wondering if my suit fits ? I weave through the crowd , dragging her behind me . I can see my men forming a perimeter around us , watching both our backs . I didnt even have to say anything they just fell in line with their pakhan , no questions asked . By contrast , I can still hear Vlad barking orders to his disorderly troops at the altar . Shouldve added a pocket square , though , the woman next to me mumbles . Im going to kill her . We get in the elevator . Its not a long ride to the penthouse . In fact , it wouldve been faster to take the stairs . But I wasnt certain she could do that , what with her- Dont look at her belly . But its impossible . Every time my gaze darts towards her , thats where it goes . Not her warm , hazel eyes , as wide as a does , Not the spray of freckles on her cheeks , so far from innocent . This miniature hall of mirrors doesnt help . Wherever I turn , there she is : April Flowers , now sporting an enormous baby bump . Chapter 12 If shes to be believed , that is . As if reading my mind , she turns to me . It is yours , she huffs . I can prove it . Can you ? Its ridiculous . Ive seen pregnant women before . None of them looked like this . Shes fucking glowing . Ethereal . I tear my gaze away and step off the elevator . I dont let go of her hand , though . I doubt she could escape far , but I wont risk it . April Flowers owes me answers . And , perhaps , something more . Of course I can , she snaps . Its in my left pocket . She tries to free her still cuffed hand from my grasp , but I dont let her . Instead , I swipe my key card at the penthouse door , unceremoniously dragging her inside . Only with the door safely shut behind us do 1 finally let her go . Speak , then . She glares at me . Ill trade you the proof for a pair of bolt cutters . Un fucking believable . Let me make something very clear , Ms. Flowers : you dont get to negotiate . You just crashed a very important event- A mob wedding . she completes . -and half the people on that terrace want you dead right now . So Id start talking if I were you . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!