Oh. My. God. His grandfather.
“The former president, you dumb fuck. Do you know how much this bitch is worth? Her baby daddy is a giant fucking jackpot. Looks like the ballerina back there has more expensive taste in baby daddies than her whore mom did. I wonder what ballerina pussy tastes like. I ain’t never been with a ballerina.”
I fight not to vomit as icy cold fear wraps it’s spindly claws around me and squeezes.
“I’ve been with a dancer, and her shit was stretched out. Kinda smelled funky too.”
“You weren’t with a ballerina. You were with a stripper who gave sloppy blow jobs and hepatitis away with her lap dances.”
A tear leaks from my eye, and I pray they aren’t looking at me to see it. I haven’t dared open them yet, too scared of what I’ll see when I do. I haven’t felt any flutters in my belly since I came to, but it’s early, and I’d only just started to notice them this morning. I’m sure that’s normal... It has to be normal.
Everything is fine.
The baby is fine.
I’m going to be fine.
Jamie is going to save us.
He’s going to get us out of here.
I tell myself this over and over, like a mantra in my head I cling to.
A promise I’m making to myself.
A door creaks, and heavy footsteps stomp against concrete, shutting the two monsters up.
“Get her up,” a new voice announces as the footsteps stop.
Another tear falls without my permission as different steps stomp my way. Lighter than the last.
“She’s awake, boss.” It’s the one who took me.
Oh God.
No.
Before I open my eyes, pain radiates down my leg from my knee, and I cry out in agony. “That’s for my knee, bitch. Now get up.”
I open my eyes, gasping for breath, positive it’s broken. The face that greets me scares me as much as his voice did. A face I haven’t seen until now. Dirty hair, teeth that scream of heavy drug use, and eyes that look dead inside. Like this is all just part of the day for him. I’m just a chore to him, but he’s my walking nightmare.
“She can’t get up, you idiot. You just broke her leg,” the other, the one I’m now seeing, yells. The second one is definitely the massive man who grabbed Jonah. He’s huge, nearly as big as Jamie, but where Jamie is all muscle, this guy isn’t. He’s as round as he is tall. He roughly jerks me to my feet, and adrenaline wars with agony.
Agony wins, and I scream as the pain of straightening my leg explodes.
“What did I fucking tell you?” The boss’s voice sounds bored, like he’s lecturing a room full of children.
The massive man behind me groans and grabs my arm, jostling me. Forcing me to shift my weight, and the pain is too much. “Don’t damage the goods.”
“Don’t damage the goods.” The boss turns to the other man. “And what did you do?”
“Sorry, boss. But she?—”
The boss aims a gun with a long silver silencer attached and, before I can suck in a breath, fires, hitting the guy who just kicked me right between the eyes. Blood splatters my face, and the man drops to the concrete under our feet.
I scream and stop breathing.
Oh my God.
