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!"

just kept walking, leaving me alone in the echoing silence of the room. As he reached the doorway, a sliver of fear flickered within me.

time. Time to process this." He paused again, his gaze lingering on me

he disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the darkness with the deafening silence of my own

deep, shaky breath, I opted against calling a cab. Walking,

1 walked. My destination remained unknown, my mind consumed by the fallout that awaited me. My father's face, twisted

of my heels filled my ears and without realizing it, my

Chapter 17

stopped to stare at the sign for a

The Rusty Compass.

the occasional clinking of glasses. A lone young woman stood behind the bar, her auburn hair cascading down

get a double

my face for a beat longer than necessary. Her eyes, the color of melted chocolate,

her gaze night?"

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

then three and before I realized, I was spilling

of quiet understanding.

back of the bar. Three burly men shoved their way through a swinging door, their laughter grating in the previously subdued

strongest stuff, sweetheart," he barked at Riley, his gaze leering.

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

and your gunes."

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

"You are

in here. I'm

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

barstool, the

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

flickering to me with undisguised hostility. "This ain't your business, lady. I suggest you stay

countered, taking a deep breath, "it kind of is. This is a decent place, and causing trouble isn't exactly

"This some kind

his buddies, a hulking mass of a man let out a guttural laugh.

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