Chapter 27 What the hell , I wonder helplessly for the second time today , have I gotten myself into ? MATVEY I cant stop feeling her . The whole car ride to the warehouse , I keep touching my lips as if Ill find her there . Where her warmth lingers like a spell . April Flowers , what kind of witch are you ? What if Id kept kissing a little higher ? All the way up the smooth skin of her inner arm , and then higher still ? Her neck , long and velvety . Her cheeks , so deliciously flushed . Her lips . Get it together , I growl to myself . The last thing I need is to get rock hard in the backseat of my own limo . You dont get to touch her like that anymore . A part of me rebels at the thought . I know it would be the stupidest possible thing to do falling back into Aprils arms . With a child on the way , I cant afford to muddy the waters . I cant afford to let April think well ever be more than a one time fling with consequences . Co parents . Thats all well ever be . So why cant I stop thinking about her ? Yuri meets me outside . Hes wearing his usual scowl nothing strange there -and holding an unusual envelope . Without a word , he hands it over to me . An early birthday card ? I joke . Brother , you shouldnt have . Yuris scowl , if possible , deepens . The DNA test came back . Its a match . Well , that settles that . I open the envelope and run a cursory glance over the information there . Alleles , Doctorese , yada yada ah , there it is . 99 % Un fucking deniable . 05:51 My Atonement : The Death of His Firs 27.1 % Chapter 27 It was a long shot . I shrug , unbothered by the revelation . Probably because it wasnt a revelation at all . Because a part of me knew , deep down … That child is mine . Could I feel the unbreakable bond that ran through our veins ? Blood is mysterious like that . It was the same with Yuri , all those years ago : the second I met him , I knew . Are you disappointed ? Yuri asks me , voice low . I think it over . No , I answer truthfully . I expected this . One more mouth to feed is nothing . Its not just that . I know its not . Some primal part of me is already laying claim on that child : wanting to protect , wanting to mold . Its not nothing . Not by a long shot . If … Yuri hesitates . Did you mean what you said ? That if the child hadnt been yours … Of course , I say without missing a beat , even as a part of me despises what Im saying . Casting out the child . Casting out the mother . Turning my back on the two of them . Who in their right mind would keep around someone whos nobody to them ? Yuri flinches at my words , but I dont have time to worry about his delicate disposition . Not when the claim inside me is already extending to the mother of my child . If I want to avoid disaster , I need to nip this in the bud , no matter what . Bury this , I order , handing the envelope back to him . Make sure Vlad doesnt find out . If he asks , the test is still underway . Yuri nods . I force myself to snap out of it . Thoughts of Aprils warm body will do me no good right now . No , what I need is a distraction . Which is why I came here in the first place . Yuri opens the door to the warehouse . I follow . Already from the stairs , I can smell the stench of blood and human misery . I walk into a wide , bare room . When I acquired this building , I didnt bother with renovations . For the kind of guests I had in mind , four walls and a roof were more than enough . All they had to do was drown out the screams . A few men nod with respect as I pass them by . I recognize their faces : Yuris most trusted , his most loyal . 05:51 My Atonement : The Death of His Fir 27.4 % Chapter 27 Good . We can never be too careful . Where are they ? I ask , the sound of my steps echoing off the walls . We separated them , Yuri informs me . One in Room A , the other in Room B. Prisoners dilemma , I commend . Nice work . Yuri shrugs . Hasnt yielded results thus far , though . Hopefully , seeing you will scare the truth out of them . The truth . What a volatile concept . Ill do my worst . I fully intend to . With April wreaking havoc on my mind , I need to lose myself in something . Work but not the sanitized kind . Not the kind you can do behind an expensive desk , earning praise from board members who dont know what their shares are really being used for . I need the kind you do with your own two hands . I walk into Room A first . One kidnapper is tied to a chair , soaking in a pool of his own blood and fitfully asleep . On a tray nearby , I spy the tools of the trade , still coated in red . Yuris handiwork , no doubt . I kick the chair . The guy jolts upright , yanking on his restraints . And then he sees me . Blyat , he curses , spitting blood on the floor . One of them was Russian , Aprils voice murmurs in my memories . Death of His Fir Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!