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He holds a large palm out toward me, effectively stopping me from speaking, and then rushes out, “There’s not time for pleasantries or accusations, Evelina. Here.” He holds out a knife, and when I don’t immediately grab it, he grabs my palm hastily and shoves it into my grasp, closing my fingers around the handle. “Kill the guard first.”

Kill her?

“Then, you need to use the radio to inform staff there’s been a fire in the third-floor common area. No one will probably question it, but deepen your voice a bit just in case.”

He stops as footsteps thunder down the hall.

“But what good will it be if everyone gets there and realizes there is no fire?” I ask quickly.

He looks at me, eyebrows scrunched together, and says, “Who says there isn’t a fire?”

Holy shit.

“Other hand,” he says, and I shake water off my hand and hold out my palm. “Use this to unlock the cell doors on the west wing as well as the viewing room. The code to the—”

He’s cut off by the swinging wooden door as the guard comes back in and narrows her eyes.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.The code is what?

I want to scream. I just hope he’ll gut this guard and help me.

Something tells me I’ll fuck up everything if I don’t follow his plan, but how am I supposed to finish this shit if I don’t have the code?

What the hell good is this Jeffrey man if he can’t give me the code?

“Is the bitch misbehaving?” she asks as nerves settle into a ball in the pit of my stomach.

Jeffrey leaves without another word or acknowledging the guard, and I slip the knife and key into the pocket of my used and tattered apron.

Kill the guard.

Kill the guard.

Kill the guard.

His words replay in my mind as I try to continue with the dishes, but the first one I pick up slips out of my hands and clanks against the sink.

“Looks like kitchen duties won’t be your assigned role. Can’t even do dishes properly.” She scoffs. “Baby will probably be worthless too. A mother who can’t do dishes and a father who deceived an entire family and got himself in waist-deep shit. Your looks are the only reason Gabriel has such a high bidder for that bastard inside of you. These rich assholes with their desperate need to have perfect-looking children…”

This woman sure knows a hell of a lot. I knew Gabriel wanted me for a reason, but once we got here, I just assumed it was because he somehow knows I’m pregnant. Someone on the inside let it leak.

But now… Now I’m wondering if he already had my baby sold before he had me.

Such a high bidder… That’s probably why he wanted me and wouldn’t leave it alone. From the man bidding on me at the auction, before I even knew I was pregnant, to the hotel room when he finally succeeded at this fucked-up game of power.

He's been on a hunt for me for months.

The only reason I can think of is that he knew I was going to be pregnant.

A father who deceived an entire family.

Enzo… Is there any way possible Enzo could have agreed to this?

He’s a lying traitor, but could he have made some kind of deal with Gabriel to sell our baby? Enzo is a lot of things, but my god, is he that terrible of a person?

I had hope that maybe this baby wasn’t Enzo’s, especially because we hardly ever had sex, but come to think of it…he did try and initiate things more toward the end. Could he have seriously entered into a deal with Gabriel to get me pregnant and sell our baby?

Rage consumes me, fuels me, wraps its fiery hands around my organs, and propels me forward. How the fuck could he? But it’s the only goddamn explanation.

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