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!"

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

But I need time. Time to process this." He paused again, his gaze lingering on me for a beat longer before

with a final, heavy sigh, he disappeared out the door, leaving me alone in the darkness with the deafening

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

streets pulsed with a frenetic energy as 1 walked. My destination remained unknown, my mind consumed by the fallout that awaited me. My father's face, twisted with fury, flashed

heels filled my ears and without realizing

Chapter 17

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 face, etched with the lines of experience, held a warmth that belied the weariness in her hazel

get a double

necessary. Her eyes, the

her gaze night?"

through me. "The roughest

turned into two, then three and before I realized, I was

her expression a mask of quiet understanding. When I

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

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

but there are no drinks

and your gunes."

of the newcomer clanked as he slammed his fist on the counter, the force rattling the glasses behind Riley, "This place ain't for the likes of us, huh? What

"You are

bikers. This bar has its rules. Bikers aren't allowed in here. I'm pretty sure you know that.

joined him as he moved closer until he was in Riley's

the weight of the situation

interjected, my voice surprisingly calm despite the churning in my stomach, "Maybe it's

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

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

"This some kind of joke, sweetheart? You

man let out a guttural laugh. "Yeah, maybe she should show us

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255