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“I think it would be a good place to start looking.” She smiles at me, sadly.
“You have to show me where this cabin is.” I take her arm and start dragging her toward the door. The grounds surrounding my home span for miles. I’ve run through the woods for years and I've never seen a cabin among them.
“We’ll find her, Mr Romano,” Anita assures me, rushing us out the door in her night clothes and slippers.
“I’m coming with you.” Stevan follows after us. I stop and turn around to look at him.
“Can I trust you?” I ask.
“Matteo, your cunt of a friend has my daughter. As long as your ambition is to make her safe, you can trust me.” I hate that all I have to go on is his word and my gut instinct.
Taking a leap of faith, I hold my hand out to my driver who’s standing by the door waiting for instruction.
“Give me your gun,” I order, and when he places it in my hand, I clutch it by its barrel and offer it out to Aria’s father. He won't be armed. My security checked everybody who entered my mother’s home tonight, especially him.
“If you’ve got any thoughts in your head of turning that on me, then you better hope you're a good shot,” I warn, before turning back around and heading out to get my wife.
ARIA
Iwake up to crushing pain. It’s not just in my stomach anymore, it rattles the bones of my entire body. I touch my hand between my legs and when I feel how wet the floor beneath me is, I know I’m in real trouble.
I look around the room hoping he’s not here anymore, if he isn’t I can take my chance and try to escape, in between the contractions I'm having. Though there doesn’t seem much hope of that when I see him from the corner of my eye and feel another pain starting to build, already.
“Demitri!” I clutch my belly, shifting myself so my back is against the wall. I tense my body when another contraction paralyzes me.
“Please.” I’ve forgotten all the different ways to breathe, all I can think about now, are the things Dr Fabier told me could go wrong if I were to deliver without medical help.
“Please, Demitri. I need a hospital.”
“I told you, Aria, my mother gave birth to me in this cabin. The heir to all the Romano fortune, and reputation, was pushed into the world from a dirty mattress on a rusty bed. I think it’s fitting that your son comes into the world the same way.” He chuckles to himself.
“Let’s just get me safe. It's not too late. Matteo will forgive you, he loves you.” I sob, because I know I’m going to end up having this baby here, with this unstable bastard.
“You think I want his forgiveness?” Demitri laughs even more hysterically. “Aria, Iwanthis destruction. When your son is born, I will take him. Matteo will never find him, the only way he will get him back is to admit that everything is mine. He will have to stand down and give me the power or I will kill his son.”
“Fuck!” I curse when another contraction punishes my body, the pressure between my legs is becoming unbearable, I feel an overwhelming urge to push but I know I can’t. I can’t deliver my son here, straight into the arms of a monster.
“Does it hurt?” The smug son of a bitch crouches down in front of me. I don’t answer him, just stare into his eyes and let the hate I feel for him distract me from the pain I’m in.
“It’s a shame the seed you filled your belly with wasn’t mine, you could have had yourself a real little prince.” He strokes his hand over my clenched, tight stomach, and I wish I had the energy to shove it away. Right now, I feel like I’m in too much pain to even keep my eyes open.
Light from outside shines through the cabin window and I wonder if it’s daylight and we’ve been here all night. My chest sags with relief when I hear the heavy pounding on the door and Matteo screams my name.
Demitri stands up and grips his gun tighter in his hand. I scream when he snatches my hair and uses it to drag me across the floor, away from the door that rattles as Matteo tries to break it down.
It crashes open, and the fear I see on Matteo’s face tells me everything I need to know. I focus on the pain that feels like it’s splitting me in two, rather than the hard metal I can feel pressing into the top of my skull.
“Demitri, put the gun down.” Matteo shocks me when he reaches down to the floor and lays his own gun flat. “You don’t want to hurt her, to get to me.”
“See, that’s where you're wrong Matteo. I’ve come to learn that, me hurting her, is the only thing thatwillget to you.” Demitri sounds so casual, and when I notice my father step in slowly behind Matteo, he looks just as fearful.
“The baby’s coming,” I whimper, throwing my head back and growling deeply when I can’t hold off the resistance to push, any longer.
“I have to push.”
“It’s okay, Princess. I’m here now.” Matteo’s petrified, but he’s doing his best to hide it from me.
“Demitri, your issue is with me, not with her. I have Anita outside, let me call her in here so she can help.”
