Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

-Maya's POV-

"You don't have to say it back," he rushed on, his voice attempting to mask the vulnerability I saw reflected in his eyes. "And maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty. I just... can't hide how I feel. You're an amazing woman, Amaya, and..."

He trailed off, searching my face, and a wave of panic washed over me. I couldn't let him get any closer, not emotionally, not physically.

"I have kids," the words tumbled out in a rush, escaping my control before I could stop them.

He blinked, a flicker of confusion replacing the affection in his eyes. "What?"

I could almost hear my father's voice, a chilling echo in the back of my head, warning me against this very moment.

"Two of them," I blurted out, my voice ragged. "Twins. And I didn't... I mean, my father didn't want me to tell you. But I don't want to lie to you anymore,

Ivan."

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable. The longer he remained silent, the heavier the weight of my confession became. "Ivan? Please, say something."

Then, a flicker of something dark crossed his features. Anpor? Hurt? Whatever it was, sent a shiver down my spine.

"How long were you going to keep it a secret?" His voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge. "Wait, that's not even the question I should be asking. Who is the father?"

My mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. No words came out, no justifications, no explanations.

Frustration flared in his eyes, quickly replaced by a chilling resignation. He let out a humorless scoff "Fine," he muttered, the single word heavy with disappointment.

He turned away, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat, "I trust you can find your way back to wherever you go to hide your lies," he said, his voice cold

and distant.

"Ivan, please!"

silence of the room. As he reached the doorway, a sliver of fear flickered within me. "Are you

"No, Amaya," he said finally. "I'm not. But I need time. Time to process this." He paused

door, leaving me

each step echoing the turmoil within. Stealing a deep, shaky breath, I opted against calling a cab. Walking, I reasoned, might offer a semblance of control amidst

the fallout that awaited me. My father's face, twisted with

heels filled my ears and without realizing it, my steps had

Chapter 17

to stare at

The Rusty Compass.

A lone young woman stood behind the bar, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders in fiery waves. Her face, etched with the lines of experience, held a

I get a double scotch,

for a beat longer than necessary. Her eyes, the

her gaze night?"

wom barstool, defeat coursing through me. "The roughest of them all," I confessed, letting out

and before I realized,

expression a mask of quiet understanding.

door, their laughter grating in the previously subdued atmosphere. One of them, a man with

he barked at Riley, his gaze leering. "And

her hazel, "I'm sorry but there are no drinks available. This is a peaceful bar and it is

and your gunes."

the force rattling the glasses behind Riley, "This place ain't for the likes of us, huh? What makes you think you can throw

"You are

its rules. Bikers aren't allowed in here. I'm pretty sure you

as he moved closer until he was in Riley's face, "Again Lask. What are you

the barstool, the weight of the situation pressing

surprisingly calm despite the churning in my stomach, "Maybe it's best if

to tell us what to do?" The man sneered, his gaze flickering to me with undisguised

countered, taking a deep breath, "it kind of is. This is a decent

spread across his face. "This some kind of joke, sweetheart? You think you can throw

a hulking mass of a man let out a guttural

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