Semua Bab Kiss Me Goodbye, Mafia Don: Bab 11 - Bab 14

ViktorI'm so restless. I need another drink.The bottle of vodka hasn’t left my side for the better part of an hour, which is how long I’ve been staring at the laptop screen. Trying to process this email I have opened in front of me.Trying to process the fact that I, Viktor Mikhail Anatoly Ivanov, am about to become a father.My sister, Irina’s sing-song voice rings in my ears. “I don't understand. Is that a problem…? Or a blessing?”I chug more vodka down and pray the screen will start swimming enough for all the information to blur together until it makes sense.Because as it stands now, none of this makes sense.I had everything meticulously planned out. Nikolai was supposed to be the family continuer. He should have been the one to go to the premiere and talk with Hermes and all that shit...No. Can’t think about that what if. Even though he’s my little brother, the mental image of him being the one to sweep Anna off her feet and into that storage closet makes my stomach churn.

AnnaViktor's words sound garbled in my ears. I’m trying to just draw in the next breath, exhale, and repeat.I’m pregnant. With a Russian mob boss’s baby.I fucked a mob boss. A criminal.An insanely hot criminal, but this is not the time to split hairs.“Thanks, Viktor, really.” I offer him my most magnanimous smile so he knows there’s no hard feelings. “For everything. You’ve been wonderful, and you’re absolutely right—this food is too amazing to skip for salad. So again, thank you.”He casually lofts a brow. “But…?”“But I don’t need your help. Or your money. Or your protection.”The other brow joins his hairline. “Oh, really?”Why do I have this sinking feeling that he’s not taking me seriously? “Really really. I’m a big girl. I can tie my own shoes and everything. I’ll get a new with great employers, and a solid paycheck⁠—”“I will provide for my child. And you.”The tone of his voice brooks no argument. He’s not raising his voice or expressing any anger, but the muscle in his j