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When I wake up, I realize that I’ve been thrown into the back of a van. How typical, seriously. I silently beg my captor to have a heart attack or get an instant case of food poisoning, something. But nothing happens. Instead, he drives us straight for our destination, whatever the fuck that may be.
I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t know what to do to save myself. There is no way that I can risk jumping out of the moving van, even if I could somehow get the door open before this asshole figured out what I was doing, I would never risk the life of my unborn child that way.
Although, I don’t know if this baby is going to survive whatever this man has in store for me anyway. My heart cracks at the thought of that, no, it doesn’t just crack, it shatters into a million pieces instantly.
“Your old man thinks that he can just run into my place, my club, my world and change everything about it? He thinks that he can kill my men, that he can dictate who dies and who lives. Fuck that. Now it’s my turn to do the dictating.”
I don’t know what he’s even talking about, but I don’t bother telling him that. I couldn’t get anything out anyway because we pull up into the driveway of what appears to be either an abandoned house or a very unkempt house. Either way, I can only describe it one way.
It’s a goddamn house of horrors.
Looking around, I hope that there is someone outside so that I can scream for help, but as I scan the surroundings, I realize that the rest of the houses around look to be in the same state as this one. Likely, abandoned.
I watch as the man jogs around the front of the van toward the door to let me out and my entire body deflates at the realization that I will be stuck with him, taken into this house, and I’ll likely not see the light of day ever again.
He drags me by my bicep into the house and tosses me to the floor as soon as he steps into the foyer, if that’s what you can call it. I land on my hip and try to brace my fall with my hands, but they slam down on the hard floor and send spikes of pain up my arms.
Turning my head, I look up at him and watch as he lights a cigarette. He doesn’t say anything to me right away, instead, he walks directly up to me, then slowly sinks down onto his haunches as he looks straight into my eyes.
“You are going to draw a great fucking price, no matter where you end up going,” he growls. “You’re a bit old for me, but you look younger than you are.”
I throw up a little in my mouth at the thought of being too old for him. He’s at least twenty years older than me, if not more, and I’m too young at nineteen? He gives me a big smile, as if he knows exactly just how fucking disgusting he is, but he doesn’t give a shit. He likes it, the pervert.
His phone rings and he gives me a wink as he fishes it out of his pocket while he stands to his feet. I stay where I am, watching him, wondering how in the hell I’m going to get out of here when it’s very,very, clear to me that he’s going to do something super creepy with me.
Something that I am trying to live in complete and total denial about. Something I never want to find out the truth of—ever.
