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!"

echoing silence of the room. As he reached the doorway, a sliver of fear flickered within

The expression on his face was unreadable. "No, Amaya," he said finally. "I'm not. But I need time. Time to process

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

a deep, shaky breath, I opted against calling a cab. Walking, I reasoned, might offer a semblance of control amidst

unknown, my mind consumed by the fallout that awaited me. My father's face, twisted with fury, flashed through my thoughts, fueling a

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

Chapter 17

stopped to stare at the sign

The Rusty Compass.

beer and well-worn leather. The low murmur of conversation hung in the air, punctuated by the occasional clinking of glasses. A lone young woman stood behind the bar, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders in fiery waves. Her

I get a double scotch,

lingering on my face for a beat longer than necessary. Her

her gaze night?"

coursing through me. "The roughest of them all," I

two, then three and before I realized, I

quiet understanding.

way through a swinging door, their laughter grating

of your strongest stuff, sweetheart," he barked at Riley, his gaze leering. "And make

defiance sparked in her hazel, "I'm sorry but there are no drinks available. This is a

and your gunes."

rattling the glasses behind Riley, "This place ain't for the

"You are

bar has its rules. Bikers aren't allowed in here. I'm pretty

he was in Riley's face, "Again Lask. What are you going

barstool, the weight of

in my stomach, "Maybe it's best if you

are you to tell us what to do?" The man sneered, his gaze flickering to me with undisguised hostility. "This ain't your business,

This is a decent place, and causing trouble isn't exactly on the

slow smirk spread across his face. "This some kind of joke, sweetheart?

a man let out a guttural laugh.

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