CHAPTER 65

CHAPTER 65
The timing sucks, but I honestly can’t wait. I’ll lose my shit if I can’t speak to him tonight. I’m sure Maxim would want me to reach out to him, especially with all these crazy emotions banging around inside of me.

As soon as I say goodnight to Liza, I go back to my room and try to find the number to reach Maxim. He told me earlier that he won’t have his regular cell on him, only a satellite phone, and he provided me with the number. I look in my clutch, but I can’t find it there. I go to the closet and rifle through the pockets of my coat but come up empty.

Seriously?! I’ve somehow misplaced it in the craziness of tonight.

Nadya, of course, will have it. Great. Time to hunt down the witch.

I scour the mansion, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. Nadya’s office is dark, the door slightly ajar—a sign she’s not there. I try her room next, knocking softly at first then louder. No answer. Frustration mounts as I check the usual haunts: the kitchen, the back office, even the bloody laundry room. Nothing.

Frustrated, I trudge back to our bedroom. I’m halfway up the stairs when I hear a loud noise—is that an explosion?—coming from the east end of the property.

A chill runs down my spine, my heart pounding as my palms grow clammy, gripping the railing for support. Downstairs, the shouts of guards and hurried footsteps amplify my fear.

What’s happening? Are we under attack?

Terrifying possibilities occur to me as I rush up the stairs, entering my bedroom and locking the door behind me. I lean against it as I try to catch my breath, but when I raise my eyes, an unexpected sight greets me.

Nadya stands there, a coldness in her eyes that chills me to the bone.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her.

She jabs a finger towards the pregnancy tests on the nightstand. ‘This was not part of the plan,’ she spits out. ‘You were supposed to be on your way out, not pregnant with Maxim’s child. You stupid girl. You’ve gone and ruined everything … again.”

Confusion pins me to the spot, and for a moment, I’m speechless.

She’s angry that I’m pregnant?

‘Let’s talk about this.’ I try to keep my voice calm to not provoke her since she’s clearly not in her right mind. ‘I don’t know what the issue is, but if you tell me, we can work through it.’

It’s too late for talk because when I look up, she has a gun pointed at my chest.

My heart thunders, my newfound maternal instinct roaring to life as my hands go to my still-flat stomach.

‘I’m not discussing anything with you. Here is what’s going to happen: you’re not going to scream or cry; you’re going to walk calmly through the house towards the west entrance and into the waiting car. I’ll be right behind you. Make one wrong move, and I won’t hesitate to use this.’ She waves the gun, her eyes drilling into mine.

“The property is under attack,” I point out, a cold sweat coating my back.

Her smile is ugly. “That was my handiwork. Couldn’t have the guards getting in my way, could I? They’ll be occupied for the next little while, so don’t try anything stupid.”

My heart drops to my stomach. She’s truly lost her mind, or maybe she was always unhinged. Either way, I underestimated what Nadya is capable of. She’s not only protective of Maxim—she’s obsessed with him. And soon, I’m going to learn how far she’s willing to go.

I choose my next words carefully, hoping to appeal to her sense of devotion to Maxim. ‘I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but I promise you that whatever happens, you won’t lose your place by Maxim’s side. He doesn’t know about this baby, and I’m not sure how he’ll react … but I know he’d never want to lose you.’

‘Shut up. I’m not interested in your opinion.’ She stuffs the pregnancy tests into her pocket, but she only has two.

That’s because I have the third one. I kept it on me to stare at it whenever disbelief set in.

“Walk.’ She waves the gun for me to move.

We slip through the shadows of the back hallway, the gun’s cold metal against my back. As I fight against rising panic, I consider my options.

I could fight her. Distract her and try to take her down. I’m well trained and in better shape than Nadya, but she’s crazy and has a weapon. That makes her a dangerous opponent.

It may be a long shot, but the only way I have to communicate with Maxim is leaving the test somewhere he will find it, hoping he’ll recognize that something is wrong. As Nadya guides me towards the back door, I know this is my only chance.

With a sudden gasp, I cry, ‘Did you hear that?’ I glance upwards as if listening for something far away.

She looks up too, and in that instant, I reach into my pocket and slip the test on the shelf next to me.

Nadya responds with a derisive laugh. “There’s no one to hear your cries, little lastochka,” she sneers, mocking Maxim’s pet name for me.

We emerge into the chilly night, finding a plain dark sedan waiting. I recognize it as part of Maxim’s fleet, but there’s no driver behind the steering wheel. Is she working alone? She pops the trunk, her intention clear.

“Maxim will never forgive you for this,” I threaten. “You know that as well as I do. If you let me go, we can forget th⁠—”

“Save your breath.”

There’s a sharp pinch at the back of my neck, and then a flood of warmth hits my bloodstream. She drugged me! It shouldn’t surprise me, but somehow it does.

She pushes me forwards into the trunk. I have no choice but to curl up into a ball before she slams the top down with a final thud. The world fades to nothing.

My last thought is a whirlwind of desperation and fear. I don’t know when Maxim’s coming back. I don’t know when someone will discover I’m gone. Hell, I don’t know how deep Nadya’s betrayal goes. The only thing I know for sure is that I need to keep myself and my baby alive any way I can.