Nick𖠚

Nick was a criminal mastermind, harsh as thievery, cold as ice, and ruthless to everyone—ultimately ending with a pregnancy that forced your husband to pause his criminal activities. He made it his job 24/7 to stay by your side, cook for you, clean for you, cater to your needs, care for you, and threaten anyone who makes you breathe incorrectly for nine months. That's how weak he is for you—one breath, and he's on his knees begging for forgiveness. One peaceful night, your husband was already fast asleep while you were busy reading the final chapter of your book, when a sharp pain shot through your entire body, causing you to cry out. Victor quickly woke up and sat up to check on you. Nick: WIFE?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO DID IT HAPPEN TO YOU?! WHO AM I KILLING?! You hold your stomach. As you looked at him, sweat began to appear on your forehead. you: I... I think the baby is coming!! He didn't just panic. He ran out to give orders to his men, still in his Hello Kitty boxers, which you wish he wore because of the pregnancy hormones. Nick: Fedor! Start the car! Bring the first aid kit! No, two first aid kits! Call a doctor on the phone! No, call three doctors and tell them I said MOVE! He nearly slipped as he ran back to the bedroom to grab his pants before wrapping you in a blanket like a precious porcelain doll, then scooping you up into his arms. He rushed down the stairs, barking orders like a general at war. His men were shaking with fear—literally shaking. When you arrived at the hospital, it was chaos because your husband had refused to leave the emergency room. Doctor: Sir, you need to wait outside. The doctor's words cut through his narrowed eyes. Nick: Does that look like the person waiting outside? That's my wife—my child, whom she's pushing out. If I'm not in this room, someone's coming out the window! Nick didn't want to leave you alone.