“Hello, sweetheart.”
My stomach twists violently.
Behind him another man steps into the room carrying a tray with food on it.
He’s younger. Mid-twenties maybe. And he looks just like the man standing in front of me. Same eyes. Same sharp jaw. His son? The man who held me from behind?
My heart starts racing again.
“Why am I here? And I’m not your fucking sweetheart!” My voice shakes as I speak to him, gritting my teeth.
Abraham steps closer to the bed, his eyes roaming my body.
“Because,” he says calmly, “you were always meant to be mine.”
I stare at him like he’s lost his mind.
“What the fuck do you mean?” He has to be insane. There’s no other answer.
He chuckles softly and nods toward the younger man behind him. He steps forward and places the tray of food on the small nightstand beside the bed. My mouth waters seeing the bottle of water. Wanting it, yet not at all at the same time. I fear they drugged it too. I need to keep my wits about me if I plan to escape from where he’s holding me.
He clears his throat and speaks. His voice harsher now than all those times in the bar. When I thought he was just some older, sweet man who only wanted a little attention. “I made deals with your father years ago.”
Deals. Of course, my father had something to do with this. Bastard is ruining my life even in his death.
“You don’t remember,” he continues almost fondly. “But I knew you even when you were a little girl. You and your brother both.”
My stomach churns. Not wanting to hear what he says next. I was so young when my father took Luca and left. If he was watching me then…
I’m going to be sick. I can feel my stomach revolting, and the bile rising in my throat.
“I knew you were going to grow into a beautiful woman.” He reaches out, letting the tips of his fingers slide along the side of my face. I pull away, but he just moves with me. “But I never imagined you would be as gorgeous as you are."
His eyes drift slowly down my body. My skin crawls at his eyes lingering on me. At the implication of his words.
“You were originally meant for my son. A match made in heaven. Two strong families coming together. It was more for my benefit than your father’s. A chance to have the force of the MC behind me.”
The younger man shifts closer to the bed, watching me like I’m something on display. His eyes raking over me like a predator looking at his prey, preparing to attack.
“But…” Abraham sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my vagina. “Plans change.”
I glare at him. “You’re fucking insane.”
He ignores me and continues talking as if I never said a word.
“I’ve decided I want more children. I just have Jack and I miss having a little one. A child I can use to barter for my needs.” He laughs, and I can feel a chill flutter across my skin as my blood runs cold at his words. “But don’t worry,” he adds casually. “I’m willing to share you.”
He glances over at his son, Jack.
“Fuck you. I’ll never be with either of you. Never bear your children.”
He squeezes my thigh harder, and I flinch.
“Now, now. I know you like to be shared. Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing. And as far as saying you’ll never be with us, those are bold words. Because, willing or not, our cocks are going to be buried deep inside that pretty pussy of yours. Your stomach is going to swell with our children. And there is nothing you can do to stop that.”
“You’re nothing but a desperate old man who can’t get a woman unless you tie her up and drug her,” I say angrily.
His eyes flash red.
