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PART TWO

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Ace

“I just have one question,” she says coolly. “Did you tamper with my birth control pills?”

I yank at the restraints, but to no avail. Two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs we bought for fun on our honeymoon. This crazy ass woman really bound me up. I’m so fucking throwed right now.

"Did you drug me?"

She stares blankly.

“Untie me.”

She doesn’t even react to that. “Did you tamper with my pills?”

“No. Now untie me.”

She sighs through her nose like I’m her kid who brought home a bad grade. “Ace. I don’t wanna hurt you. But I will. You know I will. Now tell me what I wanna know and I’ll let you go.”

“How bout you untie me and we can talk things out like adults.”

She shakes her head. “It’s too late for that.”

“What does that mean?”

“I gave you plenty of chances to talk to me, and you chose otherwise. So here we are.”

“Here we are? Are you fucking kidding me? You say that like this is the normal progression. You know this shit is crazy, right?”

“What I know is that you aren’t going anywhere until I get the truth.”

How the fuck did she figure it out? Or did Tori tell her?

“What would make you think I did something to your shit?”

Her face falls, loosening into an expression of pure hatred. It’s worse than when she first met my parents. It’s even worse than when I broke up with her. This shit here is scary as fuck.

“Talk to me, Ray Ray.”

But there’s no smile this time. “Fuck you,” is what she says in lieu of smiling. “I’m pregnant, you piece of shit. That’s what makes me think you did something.”

It takes everything in me not to smile. And yell. I’d pump my fists if my hands weren’t tied. This is exactly what I wanted. This was my fucking dream.

Yeah, but I can’t react to that, because she’s staring me dead in my eye, just waiting for a sign that I’m guilty so she can…I don’t even know what she’s gonna do, but that knife is still nice and snug between her fingers.

Funny thing is, she looks adorable right now. She's wearing one of my hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. A casual look I usually love on her. But it's scary to me now, because she's dressed for getting her hands dirty.

“Baby. Listen to me. However this happened, it’s a blessing. Right? Babies are a blessing.”

“Not this one.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because if you did this to me, it’s basically rape.”

“What? Fuck outta here with that, Raya.”