Chapter 13 For a long moment , April Flowers doesnt say anything . Neither do L Then , after what feels like an eternity , she holds out her wrists and repeats , Bolt . Then Ill talk Exhausted , I walk to the sink . I take out the toolkit and set it on the table . I make sure the bolt cutters are visible , but make no move to get them just yet . Then Ill cut you loose . My feisty tailor doesnt move . So I take out my gun and set that on the table as well . That seems to get a reaction out of her . Class act , arent you ? Yes . And , if I decide to use this , it wont matter whether your hands are free or not . Trembling with rage , she stuffs both her cuffed hands into her pocket . Then she fishes out … something . I take the crumpled paper from her . Whats this supposed to be ? You can read , cant you ? 1 grit my teeth . In my entire life , no one has ever dared speak to me like this . Oddly , I dont hate it. I scan the document . I quickly realize what it is : a paternity test . How did you get this ? I ask in disbelief , skimming over the data filled columns . Your jacket , she answers . You left hair on it . Its inevitable , really . Happens to the best of us . And you … swiped it ? Yeah . She shrugs . So , you know … Its either your kid or Mr. Buttonss . Whos that ? My cat . I stare at her . These tests require a consent form . Which I handed in . How ? Your receipt . I keep staring . Dont look at me like that , my tailor slash forger says , cuffed hands raised in a show of innocence . If you dont want your signature forged , next time , order on our website . I ought to be mad . I ought to be fucking furious . I ought to put this defiant little seamstress in her place and show her what I am , what Ive done , what Im still capable of doing . Chapter 13 But in reality . Im impressed . I keep reading the document . At the end of the second page , after endless gibberish , the only number I can understand stares at me in bold : 99 % I take a moment to collect myself . For a full minute , I do nothing but pore over the document again and again . Nothing but reread that number , as if its meaning could change with one more glance . But it doesnt . This child is mine . Look , she says , Im sorry I crashed your wedding . Believe it or not , I really am . And not just because your brides family wants to kill me right now . She wrings her bound hands , gaze suddenly low and shy . I just … didnt have a choice . I have no reason to believe her . She could be a liar , a spy , both , something else entirely . And yet , for some reason , I do . Im guessing those have something to do with it ? I say , glancing towards the cuffs . She gives a stiff nod . I was kidnapped today . One of the guys was Russian , I think . The other I dont know . But they mentioned you by name . Just like that , my blood begins to boil . I stride towards Ms. Flowers April . The mother of my child . I see her flinch : does she think Id hit her ? That Id ever hurt whats mine ? I bring the bolt cutters to her handcuffs and snip the chain in half . Grisha will help you with those , I tell her , resisting the suddenly powerful urge to tuck away a stray curl behind her ear . Later , Im furious . Of course Im furious : April Flowers just single handedly destroyed months of careful planning . My dreams , which were so close only minutes ago , are already slipping away from my grasp . If I dont handle this the right way , I will lose everything . And yet , Im not furious with her now . Im furious with whoever thought they could lay a hand on my child and live . My child and the mother who carries it . How far along are you ? I ask . April blinks at me , like she wasnt expecting this question . Thirty -nine weeks . Youre due soon . Last week , actually , she mutters . Its a thing . My family does this . Our babies tend to run late . Kidnapping a nine month pregnant woman . When I find the pieces of shit who did this , there wont be a single bone left to bury . I swear Im not making this up , April carries on , panicked . You can check on the test ; its all in there I believe you . Its the second time Ive said that today . Its not a usual thing for me . But nothing about today is usual I finally let myself look at her belly . Full , swollen with my child . Im going to be a father . Matvey ! Someone bursts in. I make a grab for my gun , pushing April behind my back , ready to defend her against the entire Solovyov Bratva if I have to- -and then I see who it is . I pinch the bridge of my nose . I was about to shoot , you know . Perhaps I should have . Instead , Im treated to the sight of my second and third in command elbowing each other to get to me . Yuris still covered in cake frosting , while Grisha has a long , white feather sticking out of his hair like Yankee fucking Doodle . Chapter 14 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!