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It’s no longer just her life at stake and now I know more about how our lives have been entwined. I fear the minute the word gets out about her pregnancy everyone is going to become a potential threat. While I’d like nothing more than to thank her mother for pushing us together, I’m mad at the deal they’d made with Roman Zhukov. While our parents may have thought it was for our protection, it has just put Isabella and my babies in more danger.
“Princess,” I say softly in her ear. “You’re going to have to help me here. I need to dry you and put you to bed.”
“Okay,” Isabella mumbles and snuggles closer.
I walk to the sofa and sit with her cradled in my lap while I dry her off. She sighs softly when I run the fluffy towel over her skin until I feel she’s dry. I put her to bed and tuck her in.
“Andrey,” Isabella murmurs. “Don’t leave me alone tonight.”
“I won’t,” I tell her. “I’m just going to let the water out of the bath.”
Against my better judgment, I lean down and kiss her tenderly on the forehead. Isabella sighs and flops onto her stomach, spreading herself out like a starfish.
I frown, wondering if that’s the best position for her, but I remember that it’s only once she’s too heavy that she must start lying on her left side for better circulation and comfort. And if we’re having twins, my beautiful wife is going to need a special pillow for her tummy.
After I’ve cleaned the bathroom and go to brush my teeth I realize I don’t have a toothbrush. Fuck! The clerk on the front desk assured me that the story in the lobby was open twenty-four-seven. I’ll go down there quickly and get one.
While taking the lift to the lobby I mull over everything Konstantin told me today. A lot of the pieces are starting to fall into place and the picture is not a very nice one. It basically comes down to Isabella and I being used as a tool for our fathers to pay off a debt and grow their kingdom.
From what I’ve heard about how they’ve already tried to kill Konstantin and Lev, the bastards don’t give a fuck if they have to kill their kids to get what they want. Now I know why both my father and Marco stepped down from their position of power so quickly. Myself and James will take the fall for the containers. Marco and my father can swoop in and save the day with my offspring—fuck I bet the council will love that.
My brow furrows as the doors slide open. I wonder if my mother is involved in all this. Konstantin doesn’t seem to think so, and if he does, he hasn’t said as much. He actually seems fond of my mother, and I get the feeling he thinks of Grace Belov as his second mother.
More fear rips through my chest, this time for my mother. Where does this put her? My mother maintains tight control over Velvet Transport, but if Marco and Ivan have her heir and they are the children’s guardians... I blow out a breath and drop my head back for a few moments. My mother becomes expendable.
As I turn the corner to get to the shop I see two goons dressed in black speaking to the woman at the front desk. I stop and duck behind a post, tilting my head as I see them lift something to show her but I’m not close enough to see it. I push my head forward to hear and my heart slams to a halt for a few seconds.
“We need to find this woman,” he tells her and I notice he has a British accent.
“I’m sorry sir but I can’t disclose information about our guests,” she tells them politely.
“Fuck!” I spin and jump back into the elevator taking the slowest fucking ride to a second floor ever.
As soon as the doors open I’m out of the lift and hurtling toward the room. Once inside I move the heavy dresser against the door before going to wake Isabella.
“Isabella!” I rock her gently. “Wake up, we have to go.”
“What?” She rolls over, opening her eyes and looking at me in confusion.
“We have to go. I think the kidnappers have found you.” I turn and quickly go through all the drawers. She’s only got stuff in a shopping bag. I rush into the bathroom and grab the few things I noticed she had in there.
She climbs out of bed and is completely naked, flooring me. My cock does not care that there are two goons probably on their way up here right now as it stands to attention. I swallow and ignore it as I hear footsteps.
“Fuck!”
“What?” Isbella’s eyes are huge.
“Grab the gown in the bathroom,” I tell her. “You’ll have to get changed in the room next door.”
She frowns, confused, still a bit dazed from sleep but she jumps into action grabbing the gown. I take the bag which is a lot heavier than I expected but I don’t have time to see what’s in there and lead us out onto the balcony.
Isabella locks and pulls the glass door closed as we step into the cold night air. I help her over the railing that separates the room balconies before joining her. The door is still open from when Temur, Konstantin and I went through it.
When we’re inside the next room, Isabella quickly changes into jeans, a cotton shirt, and sneakers. She pulls out a warm jacket and puts it on. My eyes widen in surprise when she pulls out two Glock 19s and hands me one.
“Where the fuck did you get this?”
“Off two of the guards at the lodge,” she tells me. “One of them is short three bullets.”
