“But,” Jaroslav began. “You'd be going back on your promise of giving her the freedom she wanted.”
“I honored our agreement. The papers are ready for her to sign them. I promised her a divorce, not that I wouldn't threaten any man who came close to her. Nowhere in our deal stated I couldn't interact with her after our divorce.
Pyotr whistled. “You found a loophole, and you're using it like a true Bratva bastard.”
I grinned despite myself. “If it gets me what I want, then so be it.”
My phone rang and I answered it. Dr. Decker's voice came through clear on the other end. “Mr. Safin, we're still testing Mrs. Safin’s blood. However, there is one thing that I found that I thought you should know about immediately.”
My fingers tightened around the phone, and I shot to my feet, a knot settling in my gut.
“Dr. Decker, what did you find?”
“Mrs. Safin is pregnant.”
Chapter 24 - Sienna
Everything felt like a dream, like I was drifting somewhere outside my own body. Faces blurred and dissolved before I could grasp them. Voices came and went in muted waves. Cool cloths—at least that’s what they felt like—dragged gently over my skin. Mandy. Oskar. Avit. His brothers. Wexler. Their images flickered through my mind like an old black-and-white reel I couldn’t stop.
When my eyes finally fluttered open, I had no idea how long I’d been out—hours, days, maybe longer. A groan slipped from me as I tried to push myself up.
“Hey, easy,” Mariya murmured from beside me.
I sank back into the pillows, blinking until her dark eyes sharpened into focus.
“W-where am I?” My gaze swept the room. I’d never seen it before.
“You’re home,” she said gently. “The master bedroom.”
Not the dorm. Panic skittered through me.
“And Mandy?” My hand shot out, gripping hers. “She was hit, she was hit over the head, please, is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” Mariya assured quickly. “She’s safe.”
Relief flooded through me. I closed my eyes, exhaling shakily.
“Sienna?” she said softly.
I looked at her.
“You’re pregnant.”
“I know,” I whispered.
The door swung open before anything else could be said. Ninel, Katya, Kira, and Vera walked in, their faces brightening when they saw me awake.
I still tensed.
“Hey, you’re up,” Ninel said as they moved toward the bed.
I glanced at Mariya, then at the others, heart thudding. I didn’t know if they were all here because they were genuinely worried…or if they’d come to tell me off.
“W-why are you all here?” I asked, gripping the sheet so hard the fabric strained between my fingers.
They all kicked off their shoes and climbed onto the bed, settling around me.
“We’re here because we’re worried about you,” Ninel said gently. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for three days.”
