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“Ahh!” I let out an agonizing scream. I am engulfed in cold, freezing water and it burns the cuts on my face.
“She’s awake!” a male’s voice booms from over my head.
“Come on. Wake up.” A few small slaps to my face force my eyelids to open. When my vision is no longer blurred, I take in Frankie’s tattooed face.
My eyes widen in fear.
He’s Christian’s right-hand man.
There was a time when Frankie looked after me, like I was one of his sisters. But now? I don’t recognize this man in front of me.
I look up to see I am dangling in the air. My hands are tied together with rope attached to the ceiling.
“Kinky, right?” Frankie taunts.
He leans in closer and whispers into my ear, “Just wait until you see what I have in store for you and your girl.” He pulls away and gives me a menacing smile.
I gulp.
I look around the room and notice Tia hanging in the same position as me, but she’s out cold. A whimper escapes me and tears fall down my face as I stare at my best friend’s seemingly lifeless body.
A door slams in the distance.
“Oh! Showtime,” Frankie sings, rubbing his hands together.
I glance over Frankie’s shoulder and notice Christian, his face full of fury, walking toward us. Frankie steps to the side to give him room. My head snaps to the right when he lands a slap to my face. I grunt in pain when he forcefully grabs my chin between his fingers.
“You hid my daughter from me,” he snarls, squeezing my chin.
Oh, my God. My baby.
“Please don’t hurt her,” I plead, tears blurring my vision.
“And you didn’t hurt me?!” he roars in my face, letting my chin go. “You thought you could hide her from me?”
“You didn’t want her!” I yell back.
That earns me two more slaps.
Christian grabs me by the throat, pulling my face closer to his. My stomach rolls at the smell of weed and whisky coming from his mouth.
“Doesn’t fucking matter anyway. You’ll never see her again.” He rips his hand away from my neck.
“Wh-what? What do you mean?” Fear claws its way up my throat, followed by the urge to throw up.
Christian says nothing, just stares at me with demon black eyes full of hate.
“Christian, where is she?” My voice comes out as nothing but a trembling whisper.
He tilts his head to the side, watching me.
“Where is she!?” I scream and thrash in the air. My body roars in pain but I don’t care.
“She’s gone. Dead.” His voice holds no emotion.
Dead? No, he’s lying. He has to be.
“She’s just a little baby. She’s part of you. How could you?”
