Twilight Sins: Chapter 67
Twilight Sins (Kulikov Bratva Book 1)
âAll Iâm saying is, you were just in a bar fight two days ago. You might be better suited than me at causing a distraction,â Nik says as he drives the car.
My brother isnât so keen on my decision that Iâll be the one to end Akim Gustevâs life.
âItâs too late,â I tell him. âWeâre not changing the plan.â
âItâs not too late until you pull the trigger. If anything, changing the plan last-minute will make sure Akim doesnât get the jump on us. If there was a leak, now, weâll surprise him.â
âWeâre the only two people who know whatâs happening tonight. How would there be a leak?â
He considers the question for a second and then screws up his nose. âCome on, man. Let me kill him. We can make a deal.â He sees the steel in my face and sighs. âThis is bullshit. We should have drawn straws or something. Youâre stealing all the fun.â
âYouâre starting to sound like Mariya.â
The fact is, making the kill shot is dangerous. If Akim is smart, heâll have guards stationed on either side of him by the doors. Those guards could spot me and take me out before I even get the chance to pull the trigger. Between the two of us, Nikandr has the higher chance of making it home tonight.
âItâs fine,â he grumbles. âIâm just glad weâre finally doing this. This has been a long time coming.â
It has been a long time coming. It also feels like I could have spent several more days thinking through worst-case scenarios and patching holes. I feel rushed. I fucking hate feeling rushed.
âExtra guards are stationed around the perimeter of the mansion?â I ask.
Nik nods. âThey are under strict orders not to let our dearest little sis or Luna off of the property tonight. No repeats of last time.â
Last time. The last time things with Luna were good. The last time I saw herâ¦
I wanted to go to her before we left the house this morning. Iâm optimistic Iâll make it out of tonight alive, but I still couldnât shake the idea that I needed to fix things with her before this all went down.
But sheâd know something was wrong if I tried that. Like always, the less Luna knows about whatâs going on with Akim, the safer she is.
Plus, I knew if I went into my room to see her, I wouldnât want to leave again.
No distractions.
I grab my phone from the console and tap in a number.
âWho are you calling?â Nik asks.
I donât say anything, letting it ring.
Dr. Mathers picks up on the third ring. âGood to hear from you again, Mr. Kulikov.â
âWell?â I snap.
This isnât a distraction. Iâm getting Luna off of my mind. As soon as I know Dr. Mathers is taking care of her, I can stop thinking about her.
The usually patient man sighs. âAre you calling for information regarding Ms. McCarthyâs appointment?â
âWhy else would I be calling?â
âCharming,â Dr. Mathers mutters. âI can tell you that Ms. McCarthy is healthy. Anything more than that would be inappropriate toâ ââ
âSheâs been throwing up for days. If she was healthy, I never would have called you.â
Nik leans closer. âWho is that? Whoâs sick? Is this phone sex roleplay?â
Nik was busy enough with recon that he didnât need to know that Luna has been sick. He definitely didnât need to know that I scheduled a house visit to have her checked out. He already thinks thereâs more going on between us than there really is. He doesnât need more ammo.
âYou know I like being there for you when you need me, Yakov,â Dr. Mathers says, âbut I donât feel comfortable breaking doctor-patient privilege.â
âSure, I understand that.â
Thereâs a pause before a shell-shocked Dr. Mathers says, âYou do?â
âAbsolutely. You donât want to break doctor-patient privilege, but youâre super comfortable writing pain prescriptions for patients who have never been under your care at doses far beyond industry standard.â
He clears his throat. âI really canât discuss other patientsâ prescriptions with you.â
âThereâs a lot you âcanâtâ discuss with me. Maybe youâll open up when the state medical board comes knocking with questions about your connection to petty dealers all over the city.â
Mathers sucks in a sharp breath. âYou wouldnât do that.â
âYou think I canât find another doctor to discreetly patch up some bullet holes from time to time? Thereâs a line of doctors even shadier than you who would kill for the opportunity. Literally.â
âMs. McCarthy could just tell you herself,â he says. âYou could talk to her andâ ââ
âIâm not paying her. Iâm paying you. Start talking.â
âTalking about what?â Nik grumbles. âWhat is going on?â
Dr. Mathers sighs. âLuna is experiencing all the signs of a perfectly healthy pregnancy.â
It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in.
It takes a few more seconds for my brain to power down and do a hard reboot.
By the time itâs up and functioning again, a million thoughts are flying through my head at once.
âSheâsâ¦â
âPregnant,â Dr. Mathers repeats. âShe has been experiencing morning sickness, so I prescribed her a prenatal vitamin and a B6 supplement. But she should really see an OB-GYN. I donât have imaging equipment, so I could only guess at how far along she is.â
âHow far along?â I growl, jumping on the question.
Was Luna pregnant when I met her? Is she carrying her asshole exâs baby? The thought alone turns my knuckles white around the steering wheel.
âEstimated conception is around three weeks ago.â
I donât need to do the math. Mine. The baby is mine.
Dr. Mathers is saying something about emailing me a list of recommended gynecologists, but I hang up. I drop my phone in my lap, every thought in my head devoted to the fact that Luna is pregnant with my child.
âWhat was that about?â Nik asks. âWhoâs sick? Is this about tonight?â
Tonight? Whatâs tonight?
I must look crazed because Nik reaches over and grabs the wheel like he thinks Iâm going to veer off of the road. âWhat the fuck is happening, Yakov?â
âIâm going to be a father.â
The words sound even more bizarre coming out of my mouth.
I never planned to have kids. Actually, Iâve never thought about kids enough to explicitly decide I didnât want them. After my dad was killed and left us behind, I knew I never wanted to do that to my own children. The best way to avoid fucking them up was to never have them in the first place. Nikandrâs eventual kids could inherit everything as far as I was concerned. But nowâ¦
All the air whooshes out of Nikâs lungs. âWhat?â
âLuna is pregnant with my baby.â
She tried to tell me. That night in the kitchen when I told her I wanted to get rid of her. When she called me while I was drunk at the bar.
âMariya tried toââ I clench my teeth.
Mariya told me Luna was throwing up. She knew about the baby, but didnât tell me. I canât even control my baby sisterâwhat in the hell am I going to do with an actual baby?
It makes sense that Luna told her before she told me. Iâve been pushing her away. She tried to tell me herself, but I shut her out.
Iâm going to be a father.
The Rouge Lounge comes into view a few blocks down. People are lined up around the corner, bathed in the red neon glow of the new sign. Akim is right there for the fucking taking.
And I have no earthly idea what Iâm going to do about Luna.
Which is why I shove the thought away. No distractions. I canât think about her now. Not when the future of my family depends on me pulling off this plan tonight.
Is Luna part of that family now?
âWhat are you going to do?â Nik asks.
I grip the wheel and clear my mind. âIâm going to kill Akim Gustev.â