All Chapters of Pregnant with the Mafia's twins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The mysterious man at the side of the building, smoking a cigarette and standing out because he wasn’t wearing a suit, was Benjamin Nikitin. He had some more information which included George’s involvement with Angeloff, that extended past just a few choice meetings.Dmitry knew there was no point in asking Alix what her husband had been up to during their marriage. Benjamin had confirmed her story about her constantly attempting to divorce him.There were several divorce papers sent to George, but none of them, until he got him to sign, had been successful. All of them had ended up lost or discarded. There was also truth in their living arrangements. They stayed together for a short time, but the moment George’s and her own parents passed, Alix moved out, back to her old apartment, which she had kept up with the rent, even though it nearly crippled her. Alix had tried to cut and sever all ties with her husband, to make him her ex. She had no information on him.

Dmitry smiled as Alix ran across the garden, going behind the main feature in the front of the yard, and around toward a small herb and vegetable garden in the back.His men were not here. Sofia was fast asleep for her afternoon nap. He should be working, finding Angeloff and George, but instead, after putting Sofia to bed, he wanted to spend time with Alix. She smiled at him, rounding one of the misplaced trees. As she went one way, he came in from the other, trapping her between his body and the tree.“You caught me,” she said.“What makes you think I wouldn’t?”“I don’t know if you’re much of a chaser?”“Not only will I chase you, Alix, I will always catch you.” He gripped her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her.Alix moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. The delivery of her new clothes had finally arrived that morning, and she wore one of the dresses now. The red seemed to dance with

The ring he’d given her was enormous. Alix was a little embarrassed by the sheer size. Not only had he given her a large wedding ring, there was also a notification in the newspaper. Dmitry had organized it all, including the photographer, who wanted to take pictures of the happy couple. Again, she didn’t know how this could work, seeing as he was Bratva, but it would appear Dmitry was a wealthy bachelor, and his Bratva side was only a rumor. His whole name was shrouded in mystery.Along with the wedding, the news of her pregnancy had also been leaked. She knew this by the guards talking and also by the small headline that announced Balakin’s new bride was already expecting. As for Sofia, she was so happy about the news of them getting married, and also a new baby.Alix didn’t stop taking care of Sofia. The truth was, she loved Sofia like she was her own child.Dmitry wanted a quick wedding and within a matter of weeks, the dress had already been chos

Two Nights LaterAlix hadn’t gone back to Dmitry’s room. She had gone to her old room.Sofia had started to call her Mommy and even though Alix was so freaking happy with that, she also couldn’t help but be deeply saddened. She and Dmitry were not a love match. She knew he didn’t love her, even though she had fallen for him. He’d never talked about feelings, other than the ones of betrayal, what he expected to feel like. Never of love or true loyalty. Their wedding was designed to catch the menwho wanted to kill him. Even knowing this, Alix didn’t hate him. That’s what made it so much worse.She couldn’t pinpoint the moment she fell in love with him, but it had happened. Alix knew what she felt because she had never felt this way before. The pain of his confession shouldn’t hurt either, but it hurt a lot.He didn’t love her. He was using her and their marriage for his own gain.Alix sat on the edge of her bed and stared dow

Chapter 2Fucking Chicago, the iconic “Windy City” and the historical playground of Al Capone, my personal favorite gangster. Here I am, stepping out of my sleek private jet that just touched down at a secluded terminal in O’Hare airport. The sharp breeze instantly caresses my face, a stark reminder that I’ve entered unfamiliar territory. My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me.My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.The Russian Bratva has gained infam