There’s a pregnancy test on the counter. I can’t stop from walking over to inspect it. As soon as I’m in front of it, I see the distinct plus sign. Guilt and regret wash over me.

Mouse is pregnant… she’s pregnant with my baby… our baby.

I race down the stairs, my heart beating so hard I’m sure it’s going to burst out of my chest at any second. I run down another flight of stairs and then another, rushing into the basement. Whatever she’s done is pushed into the back of my mind now that I know she is carrying my child. I can’t leave her down here. I turn the corner and freeze. The cell door is wide open, and everything is empty.

My heart sinks into my stomach, and I feel like vomiting when I see the scrap of paper lying on the cot. She escaped. She fucking escaped.

I clutch the paper in my hands before opening it to read it. As soon as I do, every emotion inside of me evaporates into thin air.

A coldness sweeps through my veins…

Dearest Son,

It’s a shame that you couldn’t be a better leader to our family name. Not only did you fall for every trick I put in front of you, you let another disgraceful whore into your home. I thought Damon was the stupid one, but you’ve been playing into my hand since I sent Q’s mother your way to get pregnant. You played right into my hand without even thinking about the consequences and now I’ve come to claim what was originally mine to begin with. Thanks for breaking her in. I look forward to being the one to break her, since clearly you were too weak to.

My entire body is shaking by the time I finish reading the letter… I pull out my cell and text Damon, telling him it’s time. My one and only thought is to get Mouse back and kill the bastard for real this time.

Chapter 18

Ella

The gag in my mouth stops my screams from being heard, but it doesn’t stop me from doing everything I can to stop the miserable bastard holding onto me. I kick and thrash around as much as possible. My hands are bound behind my back. Cable ties dig into my newly healed skin. The monster’s fat fingers dig painfully into my arm as he drags me behind him. The smell of dirt fills my nostrils as I kick it up in an attempt to slow him down. We’re in some kind of underground tunnel in the basement… an escape entrance of some sort.

I try and tell myself that this can’t be happening, but it is. Tears sting my eyes. I need to get away. I need to find a way to escape this man. I can’t let him hurt me, not when I might be carrying Xander’s baby. If anything, I need to fight for my unborn child. With that thought, I dig my heels into the dirt in an attempt to slow him down.

It does nothing but make him grip me harder and grunt as he pulls me deeper into the tunnel. “Don’t be difficult. The more trouble you give me, the worse I’m going to make it for you and believe me when I say I can make it very, very bad for you.”

I shudder, trying once more to escape his dirty hands. “You have no idea how much fun I’m going to have breaking you. We’re going to continue right where we left off.” His words cause me to scream, and my throat throbs. What if Xander never comes for me? I recoil at the thought of becoming this man’s whore. Of being used by him. It feels like my worst nightmares are becoming my reality. Bile burns up my throat. I can’t vomit again, not right now. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

He tugs on my arm again, and I almost fall over my own two feet.

“Let’s go,” he growls in annoyance without looking back at me. I wonder how he got onto the property, or even inside the house to get me without any of Xander’s men knowing. My feet throb as we walk a few hundred more feet. Fresh cool air starts to fill my nose as we reach the tunnel’s exit. Dirt underneath my shoes turns into wet forest ground as the night sky appears above us.

The evil man in front of me tugs me along, making me walk faster than possible with all the tree branches and thick brush. We walk another couple hundred feet until we come up to a car.

I pull back against his hold when he opens the trunk and turns to grab me. My effort is pointless. He smacks me with the back of his hand, sending me sailing to the ground. My cheek throbs, and an evil grin pulls at his lips.

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