Mia’s POV
Victor’s knife pressed cold and sharp against my throat, the edge biting just enough to draw a thin line of blood. His arm banded around my pregnant belly like steel, pulling me flush against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat — steady, triumphant — while mine hammered in pure terror. The bunker smelled of smoke, gunpowder, and blood.
Damien stood ten feet away, covered in gore, gun pointed directly at his half-brother’s head. His dark eyes burned with murderous rage as they locked on mine.
“Let her go,” Damien snarled, voice low and deadly. “Now.”
Victor laughed softly against my ear, his breath hot. “Or what? You’ll shoot through your precious wife and my child? Drop the gun, little brother. Or I slice her open right here and take what belongs to me.”
My hand trembled o
