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"Fuck," she hissed, sounding frantic.
She swiped the palm of her hand over the belly on her camisole again and again. She pulled her hand away from her body and looked down at it.
"Fuck it," she mumbled. "Good enough. If I get some weird, fucked up infection then so be it."
Her hand went out and to the rough brick wall behind me. No dirt there, you couldn't bolt the chains to dirt and have them stick.
She whimpered as she dug in and slid her palm along the bricks. The scent of copper hit the air.
Before I could blink she shoved three of her fingers roughly into my open mouth, making me choke.
"Swallow," she commanded. "I need to get my blood inside you. Just do it."
I licked her bleeding fingers and swallowed as much blood as I could possibly get down my throat. I really could have used that glass of water right about now.
"I'll be back for you," she swore fiercely. "Make no mistake, Romero Flynn, I'm coming for you."
Christ, I fucking hoped so.
I really, truly did.
I had never wanted anything more in my life.
I racked my messed up brain for anything useful I could give her before she disappeared.
"A motel," I shouted as she started to fade away. Her green eyes snapped to mine and she grinned triumphantly. Her eyes lit with something feral, and this time it was me who shivered. "They had a motel they bought in secret and hide—"
And she was gone.
She either came back for me or she didn't. I had tried, for my son, and that was worth everything.
Chapter Six
I Can Prove It To You
Isat up and sucked in a sharp breath. The air underground had been heavy, and breathing down there was almost painful. I sucked in as much air as I could possibly get before my lungs would explode and leaned forward to rest my head between my legs.
I slid off the couch, landing hard on my hip and elbow on the floor.
"Ow," I whined pathetically, as I sat up and clutched my elbow to my chest protectively. My hip stung but my elbow felt worse. My funny bone was broken, it had to be, and I didn't find anything funny about it.
"You've been a busy girl. A naughty girl."
I shrieked as I jumped up to my feet. My hand went to my heart and I pressed, trying to hold it in place when it wanted to jump out and run away from me.
"What the heck are you doing in here, Quinton? Were you watching me sleep? Just so you know, that's not cute in the slightest, it's just straight up creepy and I don't want you to do it anymore. I'm serious, Quinton. There's got to be something better for you to do with your time."
His hands, which were hanging at his sides, clenched and unclenched into tight fists. His entire body visibly shook and his dark brown eyes burned with rage.
Out of self-preservation, I stepped back from him and the rage radiating off of him in waves of blistering heat. The hair on my arms stood up straight. He'd never looked at me this way before, and though I wasn't afraid of him, I was afraid of whatever had gotten him to this point.
The backs of my knees bumped up against the couch and I skirted to the side. It'd be easier to escape him if we had a regular couch instead of a giant-sized sectional I had to maneuver my way around.
He stalked me as if I were his prey, never taking his blazing eyes off of me. With each step he took, he got closer and closer. I moved faster and faster, becoming more reckless with each step I took backwards.
Screw it, I thought, as I turned to run from him.
"Don't you dare run from me," he shouted after me as his feet thundered down the hallway behind me. "Where the hell do you even think you're going to hide from me? There's nowhere for you to go in here. The door to take you downstairs is back the other way."
