Armani steps forward. “I scared the shit out of her last night.” Misha’s fingers flex around the handle of the gun. “What did you do?” Keep quiet. “I pointed a gun at her,” he admits. Dear God. I dart in front of Armani, holding my hands up between Misha and me. “Stay calm.” His eyes are nothing but a violent storm as he hisses, “Don’t fucking tell me to stay calm.” “Misha!” I shriek when he reaches over me to get to Armani. “I’m pregnant!” My brother freezes, and his eyes snap to me. Instantly his face morphs from angry to surprised. “You’re pregnant?” I nod quickly. “So please don’t kill the
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