Page 132 of The Way I Love Her


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There’s not much around. Just stone and metal.

I place a hand over my stomach, whispering to the tiny fetus growing inside me. “Ce ne andremo da qui24. It’s all going to be fine.”

Marcus has been gone for hours.

My ankle is raw from twisting and pulling at thecuff, desperately trying to remove it, to no avail.

I’m trapped.

My stomach cramps with hunger—or perhaps just anger from my child that I’m depriving them.

The door bangs open.

I jolt.

“Get up,” Marcus spits at me, his face screwed up into a sneer.

Slowly, I rise.

My balance wavers, the edges of my vision blurring. My knees threaten to buckle.

Marcus’s hand is rough on my arm, pinching the skin, as he grabs me.

He undoes the cuff on my ankle.

Now is my chance, but I’m too weak.

The punishing grip of his hold forces me forward until I’m pushed inside one of the cells. I cry out as my side hits the edge of the table in the center, sending me sprawling to the floor.

Pain ricochets through my stomach.

“Get on the table.”

I shake my head, pressing my fingers to my belly.Please.

Marcus’s face turns red; his eyes narrowed on me.

“Stupid bitch,” he hisses, picking me up from the floor and throwing me down onto the metal.

I kick out, flailing my arms and legs but he manages to secure me down.

He grips my necklace in his fist and pulls hard. The clasp breaks. It falls to the floor, broken. I try to scream.

“Shh,” he murmurs, shoving cloth into my mouth.

Tears pour from my eyes.

My whole body aches.

He raises a phone to his ear, glaring at me.

Enzo

Kai:Marcus has a property in the Catskill’s.

My phone rings.

“Hello?”