Bonds

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!”

turn around. He just kept walking, leaving me alone in the echoing silence of the room. As he reached the doorway, a sliver

Time to process this.” He paused again, his

door, leaving me alone in

trembled as I left the building, each step echoing the turmoil within. Stealing a deep, shaky breath, I opted against calling a cab. Walking, I reasoned, might

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 through my thoughts, fueling a fresh wave

and without realizing it, my steps had carried me

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Chapter 17

stare at the sign

The Rusty Compass.

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 eyes. Her name tag

I get a

beat longer than necessary. Her eyes, the

her gaze night?”

me. “The roughest of them all,” I confessed, letting out a

I realized,

listened patiently, her expression a mask of quiet understanding. When I finished, a heavy silence settled between

grating in the previously subdued atmosphere. One of them, a man with a shaved head and a gold chain glinting around his neck, slammed

strongest stuff, sweetheart,” he barked at Riley, his gaze leering. “And make it

sparked in her hazel, “I’m sorry but there are no drinks available. This is a peaceful bar and

and your gunes.”

the force rattling the

“You are

allowed in here. I’m

was in Riley’s face, “Again Lask. What are you going to

the barstool, the weight of

despite the churning in my stomach, “Maybe it’s best if you

you to tell us what to do?” The man sneered, his gaze flickering to me with undisguised hostility. “This ain’t your business, lady. I suggest

This is

some kind of joke, sweetheart? You think

let out a

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