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“No you don’t,” David said.

He was muscular and while I knew those muscles came from chemicals and a rigid weightlifting routine, I also knew he had no stamina. Rage must have fueled him though, for before I could reach the door, he grabbed me, one arm snaked tight around my shoulders and one around my waist. He spread his palm over my belly, and of all the things he’d done to me, as revolting as I found his touch, nothing was worse than this, his hand on my stomach, touching my baby, our baby, as if she was just another of his possessions.

“This might be mine, you know,” he said, breath fanning over my ear, his voice cold, menacing.

My mind rejected the words, the very idea and in a display of carelessness, I freed my tongue. “She’s not,” I said. “Nothing here belongs to you, not anymore.”

He tightened his hand until I felt the first bite of pain, but I didn’t let it show, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“You better hope it is,” he said. “’Cause if it’s not, you’ll never see it again. And neither will he.”

Rage and dread warred for dominance, and rage won.

“He’s going to kill you for this,” I said, not trying to contain my scorn. “But if you leave now, he might not make you suffer.”

At one point in my life it might’ve scared me, knowing Vasile, the man I loved so deeply was capable of cruelty, of murder. But not now. David had gone too far, would finally get what he deserved, and the only thing that saddened me was I hadn’t had the courage to do it myself.

“You forgot who the fuck you’re dealing with. I have friends, very powerful ones. I take care of people’s money, and nobody, not even that son of a bitch can fuck with people’s money without consequences.”

David sounded certain, which terrified me. He’d never dare cross Vasile, or anyone else for that matter, without support. And then it hit me. This was really happening. He was here, and he was going to take me and my baby. I couldn’t let that happen, would die before I did.

As I stood, I imagined what he’d do, what punishments he’d have in store for me. And even if Vasile managed to find me one day, it would be too late because David would surely break me or kill me trying to.

I moved before I had time to think, grabbed the fancy blender Sorin had bought, saying I needed more fruits and vegetables in my diet. It was glass, and it was heavy, so heavy, it didn’t even shatter when I slammed it against David’s head. After I hit him, his grip slacked enough for me to run again.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” David screamed.

I heard him behind me, and then I felt him, his heavy weight pressing me down. I reached out wildly, searching for anything to break my fall. But there was nothing. I put my arm under my belly, felt the impact as searing pain erupted in my abdomen.

And then the world went black.

TWENTY-FOUR

Vasile

Priest and I left Vargas’s house and headed toward my car, the peaceful night a sharp contrast to my swirling anger.

“What the fuck was that, Priest?” I said.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

He looked as annoyed as I did. Neither of us appreciated being called away for bullshit.

“I know we’re supposed to have open communication, but I won’t be jumping for every little thing. Vargas has his territory and if he can’t manage it, he’ll lose it. My clan won’t be bothered with his internal problems,” I said, frustrated I’d been called away from Fawn over nothing.

“I agree. But that was…” Priest said.

“Fucking bullshit. Calling me from my home for?—”

Ice froze my heart in my chest.

“Go!” I yelled at the driver.

* * *

Vasile

“Fawn! Oleg!” I yelled, but there was no response, and I pulled my gun as I proceeded, the house that Fawn had turned into a home suddenly forbidding, menacing.

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