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He grins menacingly. “Exactly what I should have been doing all this time. I'm taking what's mine.”
What's his?It all comes clear in a millisecond. Him confessing his feelings. Him begging me to leave Easton's with him after I found out about the coke he gave him. He's taking me.
His nose hasn't even healed yet, still black and blue from when Knox broke it. But the scariest part of his face by far is the dark, manic look in his eye. I'm in trouble.
“Please don't do this,” I beg. “I'm sorry I didn't go with you. We can talk about it, but you have to untie me.”
But there is no getting through to him as he starts to pace back and forth. He's running his fingers through his hair like he didn't completely think this through. It's almost as if there is a part of him that knows how wrong this is, but it's not the bigger part. And certainly not big enough to get him to release me.
“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” he says, looking anxious and angry. “This wasn't part of the plan.”
“What was the plan?” I ask with a certain carefulness in my tone.
“You were supposed to want me!” he shouts. “I came to NHU for you, and I thought it was so perfect because you were fresh off a breakup and you looked so excited to see me. We were supposed to be together. To be happy. I was finally going to get the girl I've been in love with for years!”
I swallow harshly, wondering if this is my fault. If I made him think that I wanted him too. But I don't say anything as he continues.
“It was all falling in place, but he still had his claws in you so fucking deep.” He turns to glare at me. “He even made sure to knock you up so I couldn't have you.”
“What?” I shake my head. “Alec, I got pregnant before Easton and I even broke up. I just didn't know it yet.”
Not listening to a word I say, he comes over and cocks the gun, putting it to my stomach. I shriek, and he slaps a hand over my mouth. Tears pour from my eyes as my whole body shakes, watching him hold my baby's life in his hands.
“I should just get rid of the problem,” he growls. “A bullet to the stomach would do the trick. We could still get our happy ending, you and me.”
I start to sob. “Please, don't.”
The sound of my voice is muffled against his hand, but it registers enough to grab his attention. He looks up at me and softens, pulling his hand away and wiping my tears.
“Don't cry, baby,” he coos. “I never want to make you cry. I love you.”
He moves the gun away from my stomach and focuses entirely on me. There's not a doubt in my mind that he's telling the truth. He's in love with me. I just hope the part of him that loves me is enough to keep me and my baby alive.
