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Georgina

“Betty invited us to her boyfriend's frat party,” Heather hums, bopping to the music in her head.

“Ha, I don’t know,” I say, looking around the parking lot.

I’m so damn paranoid, I’m always looking around for that motherfucker thug. I always think that the thug is looking for me. He knows that I attend classes; therefore, I feel that he’s always waiting for the opportunity to grab me.

“Gigi, you gotta go with us; it’s going to be a blast. You’re always busy with your man,” Marissa grumbles, looking at me.

“Si, do you blame me? The man is hot, he’s so damn sweet, and he’s everything I ever wanted,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, he gives you all of the sex you want,” Heather snickers, raising her brow.

“Chica, you have no idea how good he is,” I hum, smiling.

“I bet. He’s a hottie,” Heather laughs.

“He’s a keeper,” Marissa says, nodding.

“Well, I think I will go to the frat party; besides, he’s busy at work,” I say, nodding.

“Awesome, let’s get some food because I’m starving,” Marissa says, adjusting her backpack.

“Yes, I’m hungry, and I need to go to the drugstore,” I say, chewing my inner lip.

Yeah, I need to get the fucking pregnancy test. No protection and I bet I’m pregnant. I never thought about it, and Anatoly never said a word. So, I think that I am pregnant.

“Okay, I’ll get us a seat at the pizza place down the street,” Heather says.

“Awesome, I’ll go with you because I need to get some stuff,” Marissa hums, nodding.

“Okay, let’s go

I stare at the pregnancy test; the words confirm it.

Pregnant

Yeah, not the plus or minus signs.

I wanted the pregnant word for the test because I didn’t want to have any doubts.

My heart swells, and I can’t help smiling. I rub my tummy, closing my eyes. It’s Anatoly’s baby, and I pray that he feels the same way I do.

But if he doesn’t?

I don’t fucking care.

I’m having my baby with or without him.

I take the test stick to my room and drop it into my purse. I grab my robe and return to the bathroom to shower. I need to hurry and get ready for the party. My chicas will be here soon.

I move my fingers over my cell phone screen, texting Anatoly.

Gigi ~ I’m going to a frat party with my chicas. This is the address. 555 West 113 th St.

I stare at my cell phone, waiting for his response. He always does.

Anatoly ~ Da. I’m coming to get you.

Okay, the man is possessive and overprotective.

But I love it.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say, sliding my cell phone into my side leather jacket pocket.

“I’m ready,” Marissa hums, grabbing her crossbody Coach purse.

“Oh yeah, I’m so excited! Maybe I can hook up with a hot frat dude,” Heather hums, shaking her shoulders.

“Si, you can but be careful,” I say, raising my brow.

“No worries,” Heather says, waving her right hand.

We walk out of my apartment and down the street to get into the waiting Uber. I stare out the window, seeing the pregnancy test result in my mind.

I'm anxious to talk to Anatoly.

Will he be happy?

I know for sure that I’m keeping my baby.

We get to the frat house and get out of the Uber. I look around the yard, where the frat dudes are roughhousing; what do you expect?

“Check those dudes out,” Heather yells, pointing at the frat boys.

“Yeah, you can’t miss them,” I huff, rolling my eyes.

“Let’s get inside,” Marissa squeals, walking up the steps, strutting her ass.

We enter the frat house, and it’s jammed pack. The crowd is crazy, dancing, drinking, and making out everywhere.

“Let’s get some beer,” Heather hums, lifting her head.

“Oh yeah,” Marissa yells, nodding.

“Right,” I hum, rolling my eyes.

I don’t think so.

We walk over to get the beer from the dudes standing around a big beer keg. Some are filling up large plastic pitchers and drinking from them.

Of course, they are belching and laughing like fucking lunatics.

Marissa stands next to the frat dudes, encouraging them.

“I’m getting some water,” I tell Heather, touching her arm.

Heather is laughing and looks at me, nodding.

Okay.

I walk over to get the water bottle from a large garbage can full of ice and water bottles. At least the idiots have water. I grab the bottle, twist off the cap, and take a sip, looking around at the chaos. All of a sudden, there’s a loud noise coming from outside. It sounded like a gunfire.

I turn to look out the door, and my heart stops and starts pounding fast. My chest hurts, and I gasp for air as I see the thug walk into the house. The motherfucker that tried to take me.

Is he here to take me?

Oh my god!

I fall to the floor, tears fall down my face as I move on my hands and knees, crawling to find somewhere to hide. I crawl under the table and look around the room wide-eyed. I wipe the tears from my face.

Oh my god!

Did the fucker see me?

Where are Mrissa and Heather?

I look around the fraternity house for Marissa and Heather. The machine guns are shooting out bullets at a fucking incredible speed. I don’t know how to get out of this nightmare.

The smoke makes it hard to see and breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m so damn scared. I can’t believe that this is happening. It’s not supposed to happen to me, not us. We are only having fun at a frat party.

Why is this happening?

I need to find my chicas and get the hell out of here. Maybe Anatoly will be here soon.

The screams, moans, and gunshots are deafening. I crawl around to look for my BFFs and the blood sprays on me. I look up at the dead stare of the college dude.

“Oh my god,” I yell, shaking, covering my face with my bloody hands.

I’m shaking and crying, leaning against the wall. I’m scared shitless. I don’t know if I’m going to die. I pull up my legs to protect my tummy.

What about my baby?

The gunshots are so loud and continue. I’m trembling, and then the gunshots stop. A hand grabs my arm, pulling me up.

“Baby, are you okay,” Anatoly asks, pulling me into his arms.

“Oh my god! You’re here! I’m so scared.”

“You’re safe, but we need to go.”

“But my chicas are here. We need to get them.”

“Baby, we can’t look for them. There are lots of college kids running and hurt. The police and ambulance will be here. We need to leave,” Anatoly says in a low, urgent voice.

I can’t believe this. Am I really going to leave my chicas behind? The police and ambulance will be here, so they will be okay if they’re still alive.

Oh my god!

I can’t think that.

“Ah. . . . okay,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.

Then I black out.

“Baby?”

I feel and smell Anatoly. He’s here, and I didn’t imagine it.

I open my eyes and look right into his worried eyes.

“Baby, how are you? The doctor said that you’re okay.”

What?

Everything rushes through my mind, and I push up from the bed to look around.

“Where am I?”

“Baby, you’re safe. You’re at the medical center,” Anatoly says, running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh my god, is the baby okay,” I yell, touching my stomach.

“The baby?”

“Si, Anatoly, I’m pregnant. I just took the test,” I hiss, grabbing his face.

I gaze into his surprised eyes.

“Tell me that you want our baby!”

“Baby, baby, of course, I want our baby,” Anatoly hisses. “I must be processing the news.”

“Good, so ask the doctor if the baby is okay,” I say, moving my fingers through his hair.

Anatoly blinks and nods.

“Baby, I will,” He says.

But he kisses me, pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the feelings that he stirs, erasing the nightmare of the last few hours. I pull back and stare at him.

“Do you know if my chicas are okay?”

“No, you need to call them because there is no way we can return to look for them. The place is full of police that are investigating the crime scene. A lot of people died, but I made sure to kill the fucker that was aiming his gun, ready to shoot you,” Anatoly hisses, lowering his eyelids.

“Oh my, how did you find me?”

“Baby, I’ll always find you. I heard you yell and saw the big man aiming his gun at you,” Anatoly says.

“That was the thug that wanted to take me! Do you think that he was there to take me? Oh my, it’s my fault that all of those college kids were killed?”

I cry, covering my face with my hands. My heart pounds fast, and my head hurts.

“Baby, calm down. It’s not your fault! It’s your Dad's because he’s the Capo of the Cartel.”

I open my eyes to look at him, raising my brow.

“How do you know that?”

“I just learned that the Capo Fuentes, an alliance of mine, is your Dad. He asked me to protect you from the Cartel. That’s when I realized what was happening and that they were out to get you. That’s why I was coming to look for you,” Anatoly says, holding me close and gazing into my eyes.

“What do you mean, an alliance? So, you’re with me because you’re in cahoots with the Cartel,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.

“No, baby, no. I didn’t know that you were Fuentes's daughter. Remember, we met in the hospital. But I do have an alliance with your Dad. He’s the Capo for the Cartel, and I’m a Spy for the Bratva. I work for Pakhan, and he's my brother and my boss. I help him by gathering information and with security.”

I stare at him, blink several times, and gather my brows.

“Bratva?”

“Yes, the Russian mafia.”

“Oh my god! You’re in the Russian mafia?”

“Yes, but we are Bratva, not mafia. I am. I hope you’re good with it. It’s who I am. I want you in my life as my woman. My wife.”

“You want to marry? Because I’m pregnant?”

“Yes, I want to marry you, but because I love you.”

“Oh. You love me?”

I stare at him, gazing into his eyes to see his truth.

“Yes, I love you. I love that you’re having my baby. Will you marry me,” Anatoly asks, cupping my face.

“Ohhhhh. . . . you’re going to put the ring on it?”

Anatoly laughs, nodding, and runs his finger over my lower lip.

“Yes, I promised that I would,” He says, smiling his sexy, panty-melting smile.

“That’s right, you did. You promised to be my man. Yes! I’ll marry you! I love you, Anatoly, my Russian hottie,” I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you.”

He kisses me deeply, and I return his kiss. Then I pull away, sinking my fingers into his silky hair and gazing into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Babe, can you get the doctor to check if the baby is okay?”

“Da, I will. Then I want you to see your Dad. He was shot, and he’s now recovering from surgery.”

“Wow! Are you serious? Where is he?”

“He’s here. This is the Bratva’s medical center because, as you can understand, we can’t go to the hospitals.”

“Ohh, yeah, I get it. But you were at the hospital,” I say, raising my brow.

“Da, but that was out of my hands. Your Dad left me there for the police and the ambulance to help. Your Dad saved my life, but he couldn’t stay, or else the police would have taken him. We have powerful people in our pockets to take care of these types of issues. But Bratva doesn’t want them involved in our business; that’s why we have the medical center to take care of Bratva.”

“Oh, okay. I’m glad that you went to the hospital.”

“Da, so am I.”

“I love you. You’re my everything.

“Da, I love you. You’re my world.”