Luca’s voice turned dangerously quiet. “You’re making a mistake.”
“No,” Nikolai replied. “I think you did.”
His gaze shifted toward me.
“Your wife vanished for months carrying your heir.”
Wife.
Not ex-wife.
Because technically… Our divorce had never been finalized.
Luca delayed the paperwork repeatedly before I disappeared. At the time, I thought it was control.
Now I wasn’t sure.
Nikolai smiled again. “You know what happens now.”
I did.
The child became leverage.
A bargaining chip powerful enough to destabilize the entire Moretti empire.
Luca slowly moved his arm behind him. Shielding me.
“Leave,” he said.
Nikolai tilted his head.
“You think I came here to negotiate?”
Then gunfire exploded again.
This time inside the garage.
Everything happened at once.
Men shouted. Weapons flashed. Bullets slammed into concrete.
Luca shoved me behind the SUV while his men opened fire.
Vanessa disappeared behind another car.
The garage became a war zone in seconds.
I covered my stomach instinctively while crouching beside the tire. My heartbeat pounded painfully.
The baby kicked hard.
“It’s okay,” I whispered shakily. “I’ve got you.”
Then someone screamed.
