Midnight Purgatory (Bugrov Bratva #1)(100)

I don’t need a doctor to confirm it. I don’t need a pregnancy test or a close read of the Plan B box to know that all those precautions didn’t add up to shit. All I need is this feeling in my core. Call it nausea; call it instinct. Call it freaking karma, I don’t know.

I just know that I’m carrying Uri Bugrov’s baby.



I wake up the next day feeling strangely calm and strangely focused.

I didn’t fall asleep until late but at least I slept through the night. Free of dreams or pee breaks, I come back to reality feeling… well, if not refreshed, then at least ready. Ready to take action, ready to do something.

Stripped of my sole lifeline to the outside world, I steer clear of the gaming station and wait for the inevitable visit from Lev. He shows up right after breakfast, his breath smelling of milk and sugary cereal.

“Morning, Lev. How are you?”

His face curdles as he takes me in and his gaze drops to the bruises around my neck. I can’t blame him; I spent the better part of the morning staring at the aggressive purple-blue streaks banding my throat. They look a lot worse than they feel, but for the purpose of my plan, I’m fine with that.

“What happened?” he asks, immediately agitated.

“I, um… don’t know. It’s just a rash, I think.”

He looks confused. “Rash?”

“A skin rash. It’ll go away in a few days, don’t worry.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stings, more like. But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

I smile sadly at his somber expression. There’s so much love in this man. It’s unfair that life has treated him so cruelly. “Lev, do you think you’d be able to do me a favor?”

His eyes snap up to mine. “F-favor?”

“Could you let me go upstairs again today?”

I see his hesitation right away. Fingers twitching akimbo as he chews at the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know…”

“It would just be for a little bit,” I promise him. “Just the very littlest bit.”

He shuffles on his feet. “Can’t we just play video games down here?” That’s when his eyes go to the gaming station—or lack thereof, to be more accurate. His jaw drops with horror. “What happened?”

“Your, uh… your brother removed everything.”

Lev ventures a little closer as though he’s surveying a crime scene. “That’s not nice,” he grunts in a low voice, his body starting to rock back and forth. “My Xbox… my Xbox… my X—”

“Lev? Alyssa?”

I turn around as Polly appears at the door. She walks in, takes one look at Lev and the gaming station, then at the bruises on my neck—and her eyes harden into stone.

“Are you okay?” she asks me in a low, dangerous voice that reminds me strangely of Uri’s.

I take a deep breath but I’m struggling with the sudden, unexpected sob catching in my throat. So much for staying calm. “I’m, uh…”

I blink back tears, which is all it takes to send everything skittering off the tracks. Polly strides forward and grabs my arm. “It’s all gonna be okay,” she murmurs in a voice so soothing that I just might break down on the spot. The only thing that stops me is Lev. He’s upset enough as it is. Seeing me boo-hoo crying would push him over the edge.

“Lev, why don’t you go to the upstairs gaming room and play there?”

He ignores her and starts combing through the fallen pile of video games that Uri knocked over when he was ripping out the console.

“Did my brother do that to you?” Polly whispers to me. She’s still got her hand on my elbow, but rather than grounding me, it’s making me feel shaky.

Gently, I extricate myself from her and wrap my arms around myself. “It looks a lot worse than it is.”

“I can’t believe him.”

“Polly, this is not your fight.”

“He can’t treat you like this. Especially when it’s obvious he—” She stops short and takes a deep breath. “What can I do for you? Ask me anything and it’s yours.”

She’s probably asking me if I want a cup of tea or an ice pack; something doable, something reasonable to ask a fourteen-year-old. But ice packs won’t fix me. Tea won’t save me.

I have to get out of here.

“It’s a big ask,” I warn her.

Polly nods. “I said anything. Tell me.”

“I have to leave, Polly. I can’t stay here anymore. If I do…” I just about manage to suppress my sob, but I still get a curious glance from Lev. “I’m sorry; I know I shouldn’t be asking you at all. I don’t want to put you in the middle but—”

She clutches my arm again. “I’ll help you.”

“Really?”

Polly nods fervently. “Yes.” She lowers her voice. “But we need to move fast—and Lev can’t know.”

“Okay. Yeah, of course. Whatever you think is best.”

“If you can convince Lev to go upstairs to the entertainment room, I think I can come up with a plan from there. I’ll meet you there.”

She doesn’t give me a lot of time to process before she disappears up the basement stairs, leaving the door wide open. I turn to Lev and approach him cautiously. “I’m so sorry about your gaming nook, Lev.”