Chapter 35 Sienna
SIENNA
Vovchyk’s head swung back and forth, tracking my movement as I paced around the room.
“I swear I’m not usually like this,” I told him. “It’s all little Pomegranate’s fault.” I pointed at my stomach and then felt instantly bad. My hand cradled my belly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just...I need…” I screeched and threw myself onto my bed.
These pregnancy hormones were going to end me.
I had never been this horny in my entire life and my stupid husband, who had done this to me, was nowhere to be found.
We’d shared a moment in the sunroom, looking at the ultrasound together, and it had been perfect.
At least until he ran away from me and stayed away for six. Fucking. Days.
Something poked me in the rib. I groaned as I wiggled a vibrator out from underneath me. A dead, useless vibrator. I tossed it across the mattress to join my sex toy graveyard.
What was I supposed to do? I needed advice, but there wasn’t anyone here I could talk to.
I was pretty sure asking Sofiya for tips to seduce her brother would make both of us want to die, so she was out.
Leona would probably tell me to tie Dimitri to the bed and not let him go until I was fully satisfied.
And while the idea had merit, I didn’t know anything about tying secure knots.
I opened a text message to Juliet.
Sienna
Can you die from horniness?
Juliet
Yes. Yes you can.
Sienna
This is not good news
Juliet
Umm where is your husband??
Shit. I was still pretending my marriage was going great.
Sienna
He’s been busy with work
Juliet
The bastard. Doesn’t he know taking care of you is the most important job??
Sienna
that’s what I’m saying! Any suggestions? How do you seduce Romeo?
Juliet
Umm I don’t know...if I just kind of think about sex, he tends to materialize in front of me
Sienna
you bitch
Juliet
ahh sorry! Ok, let me think. Sometimes the mafia men get tunnel vision with their work. So you should just show up wherever he is and look hot
Sienna
Doesn’t that make me seem desperate?
Juliet
No! because all you do is show up and then he’s the one who will lose his mind and break
I chewed my lip. What if he didn’t break?
What if I just ended up more humiliated and still horny?
Ugh, I was too desperate to be prideful right now.
I stormed into my closet, running my hand along the dresses Sveta had helped me hang up.
I paused when my hand brushed against a gold gown.
It was one of the dresses June had picked out for me the day I took my pregnancy test. It was pretty over the top—all shimmery gold with a low neckline lined with feathers and a slit so high it would limit my underwear options.
Would it still fit? I quickly stripped and pulled it on.
My boobs were pushed dangerously high and it was tight around my waist, but there was enough stretch in the material for it to still zip.
I turned around to check my ass out in the mirror.
Fuck, I looked pretty good. I snapped a picture and sent it to Juliet.
Sienna
Wish me luck
Juliet
Damn mama. No luck needed when you look like that
I stood at the back of the club with Konstantin and Sergey, reveling in the electric energy.
The club presented an interesting blend of grittiness, with its raised fighting ring at the center of the room, and extravagant luxury, with its gleaming, gilded bar and top-shelf liquor.
Gorgeous, topless women wearing lacy boy shorts, miniskirts, and heels served drinks and accepted bets.
Guests dressed in high-end designs, smugly proud that they had schemed and bribed their way into tickets for the infamous Winter Wolf’s latest fight.
They practically vibrated with excitement at the opportunity to add a shred of danger to their dull lives.
Claude le Boring would probably feel right at home.
While the men drooled over the servers, they didn’t do more than look. The space crawled with bouncers ready to step in. It increased my respect for Dimitri. He might have been a shit husband, but at least he was a decent employer.
Dimitri’s absence had left me with too much time on my hands. I’d pranked Sergey by replacing all his knife blades with plastic ones. It had been fun, but I missed having Dimitri around to fuck with.
Or maybe I just missed my husband.
I’d never been good at being alone.
When the guards had refused to tell me where Dimitri was tonight, I’d turned to Polina. She’d used her translation app to give me his location, and then forced Sergey and Konstantin to take me. Thank god for her. They clearly hadn’t wanted to say yes, but Polina ruled the house with an iron fist.
The announcer riled up the crowd and made a final call for bets. I nudged Sergey and he sighed before flagging down a server. She sauntered over to us, curvy hips and jewel-tipped breasts swinging with each step.
She arched an eyebrow as she met my gaze. “You placing a bet, gorgeous?”
“Sure am.” I filled out my betting card and handed it back to her, taking the opportunity to slip a hundred-dollar bill in the waistband of her skirt with a wink. Sergey growled as the woman blew me a kiss before turning away.
“You jealous?” I asked.
He scowled down at me. “Just trying to figure out how I’ll make it out of this alive.”
I huffed. “Bratva men are so dramatic.”
Sergey muttered something under his breath, and Konstantin let out a bark of laughter.
I turned to the guard and narrowed my eyes.
Had he understood what I’d said? Because he wasn’t supposed to know English.
I’d grown increasingly suspicious that some people in the house might understand more than they let on.
It had started when I was eating my second jumbo cupcake.
I hadn’t thought anything of Sveta’s gift when Dimitri first brought it to me, but later it hit me—how had Sveta known the size of the baby when the only person I’d told was Maxim?
I wouldn’t do anything about my suspicions...yet. Sometimes it paid off to watch and wait.
The music changed, the lights dimmed, and a mountain of a man emerged from a door on the right side of the room.
He beat his bare chest with a roar that made the crowd erupt in cheers.
The light bounced off two gold teeth in his ugly smile as he got into the ring.
It felt like he was three times as wide as Dimitri.
I glanced up at Sergey and Konstantin. “This is who he’s fighting?”
Sergey smirked. “Do not worry. The Pakhan will win.”
My heart pounded as I scanned the crowd for my husband.
A massive cheer rolled through the crowd, and there he was.
Dimitri emerged from the left side of the room, and my chest fluttered.
Had he gotten hotter in the last six days?
Or maybe it was the whole bare chest and tight black shorts that were really doing it for me.
Hopefully, this fight ended quickly because I was ready to climb him like a tree.
The bell rang. As fast as lightning, Dimitri lunged forward and struck his opponent’s kidneys.
The Iron Hammer stumbled back and Dimitri dropped low to sweep his legs.
The giant somehow kept his footing and clumsily threw his body at Dimitri, succeeding in clipping his shoulder.
I inhaled sharply, but my husband was already back on his feet, his blank expression never once faltering.
My only exposure to fights was watching my brother’s men practice, but they had not prepared me for this.
It was visceral and savage, a dance created for destruction.
I flinched as the Iron Hammer threw a hard punch I was sure would hit Dimitri square in the jaw, but he dodged out of the way and returned the blow with a kick of his heel to his opponent’s ribs.
The crowd grew frenzied as the fight picked up its pace until they were a blur of limbs, both landing and evading harsh blows.
I’d never thought of myself as squeamish, but my hands clenched into fists and my shoulders went tight as blood dripped down my husband’s cheek.
Dimitri fought like he had nothing to lose, and I hated it.
His back flexed as he dodged another strike. I had traced his scars with my tongue, felt his muscles bunch under my fingers as he thrust inside me, but the tenderness he’d shown me was nowhere to be found in his brutal movements.
My plan was to stay in the shadows, but my restraint broke when the Hammer’s fist glanced off his thigh. Sergey said these fights ended either with a forfeit or knockout, but no one ever forfeited. I needed to get closer, to reassure myself he was okay.
I pressed forward, much to the displeasure of my bodyguards who snarled at anyone who even looked my way. I slowly moved through the crowd until I was at the edge of the ring. From this position, the beads of sweat dripping from my husband’s chest were clear.
Dimitri landed a hard jab to the Iron Hammer’s head.
The giant managed to stay on his feet, but Dimitri didn’t give him a moment to regain his footing.
He advanced forward, landing a series of harsh strikes to his ribs.
For the first time, Dimitri’s blank expression broke.
A smile split his cheeks, but there was nothing friendly about it.
It was cold and ferocious, sending a shiver down my spine.
The crowd cheered with growing bloodlust and I joined in, my chest roaring with a mixture of excitement and fear.
Dimitri was about to finish off his opponent when he froze. Slowly, he turned as if something primal deep inside him could sense exactly where I was.
His heated eyes landed on me and something vicious twisted in his expression. Did he want to fight me…or fuck me?