Okay, that's enough gory information 😣. Let's give this shithead what he deserves, okay?
Pietro sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. The room was dark, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. He glanced at the clock; it was past midnight. Another sleepless night, another night of worry and despair. It had been almost five months since Skylar was taken, and every day without her felt like an eternity.The police had hit another dead end. Every lead they followed seemed to evaporate into thin air, leaving Pietro feeling more helpless than ever. He thought of Skylar constantly, imagining the horrors she might be enduring at Jason’s hands. The thought was enough to make him sick with fear and rage.Down the hall, Jared and Lorenzo were fast asleep, their innocent faces peaceful in slumber. During the day, they were different children than they had been before the kidnapping. Jared had become withdrawn, spending most of his time in his room, while Lorenzo, who used to be full of energy and laughter, had grown quiet and subdued. Pietro tried
Glimmers of Defiance Skylar’s days bled into one another, a monotonous blend of bleakness and despair. The loss of her unborn child had shattered her, leaving her with a hollow ache that no amount of time could heal. Each day she woke up in Jason’s house, she felt the weight of hopelessness settle deeper into her bones. If Pietro and her brother Emilio had the police searching for her, they hadn’t found any trace. Her surroundings were eerily silent, the isolation amplifying her desolation. Despite this, Jason had begun to let her roam the house, a twisted form of trust that felt more like another shackle. His only strict rule was that she never cross the threshold into the living room. Skylar knew better than to test him. The memory of losing her baby to his cruelty was a constant reminder of what he was capable of. But then, something changed. One day, as she lay on the bed, numb and lost in her thoughts, she felt a faint flutter in her stomach. She sat up, her breath catching.
James Reynolds stood in the hallway, listening to the muffled voices of his grandchildren coming from the living room. Pietro had just dropped off Jared and Lorenzo, for a playdate with their half-brother Liam, so he could attend a work meeting. As the door closed behind Pietro, James felt the weight of the situation settle heavily on his shoulders. His son, Jason, had brought so much pain and chaos into their lives, and the guilt of his actions gnawed at him constantly.James walked to the living room doorway and peered inside. Jared, Lorenzo, and Liam were sitting on the floor, surrounded by toys and games, their innocent faces clouded with worry and sadness. Jared, the oldest, spoke with a maturity that belied his seven years.“I don’t like Daddy,” Jared said, his voice firm. “He took Mommy away, and now we can’t see her.”Lorenzo, looked up with wide, tear-filled eyes. “I miss Mommy. When will she come back?”Liam, wrapped an arm around Lorenzo’s shoulders, trying to comfort h
Pietro Bianchi was known as the heart and soul of Bianchi Enterprises. His genuine warmth and dedication to his employees had built a loyal and productive team. But in the five— almost six months since Skylar’s kidnapping, that warmth had been replaced by a cold, abrasive demeanour that left his workers bewildered and anxious.The shift was gradual but unmistakable. At first, it was the little things—Pietro snapping at minor mistakes, his impatience in meetings, the way he seemed perpetually distracted. But as the days turned into weeks, his behaviour became increasingly erratic and harsh.His assistant, Marco, had worked with Pietro for years and had seen him through various ups and downs. But this was different. It was as if a dark cloud had descended over Pietro, changing him into someone unrecognizable.One morning, Marco found Pietro in his office, hunched over his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from the harsh glow of the
Skylar sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the small spare room Jason had moved her to, her hands resting protectively over her growing belly. She had calculated that she was around six months pregnant, a feat she had managed to keep hidden from Jason for longer than she had thought possible. But now, the signs were becoming too apparent: the leg cramps, the dizzy spells, the swelling in her feet, and the incessant itchiness of her stretched skin.She glanced around the room, its bare walls and single window giving little comfort. Jason had relaxed some of his restrictions, allowing her to move freely around the house more. The illusion of freedom did little to alleviate the fear that gnawed at her insides. Her baby was a fighter, clinging to life against all odds, and Skylar knew she had to find a way to protect them both.Two days later, as she cleared the remnants of their lunch, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself, but her vi
Skylar sat on the edge of the bed in the new, secluded cabin Jason had dragged her to. The room was sparse, much like the last, but there was a palpable sense of isolation that was even more stifling. Jason had come back grim-faced, declaring this their new place for the foreseeable future.“We can’t stay at the old house,” Jason had said, his eyes darting around the cabin. “Someone was lurking too close. We can’t risk it.”Skylar had nodded slowly, her mind racing. The very fact that someone had been close to the old house gave her a glimmer of hope. Maybe Pietro and the police were closing in. She had to hold onto that hope, for her own sake and for the baby’s.The days passed in a monotonous blur. Jason’s paranoia seemed to escalate, yet he oddly became more considerate towards Skylar, urging her to rest while he took on most of the cleaning. “You shouldn’t strain yourself,” he muttered one evening as he wiped down the kitchen counter. “You need to be healthy for when the baby c
Skylar reclined on the worn-out couch in the small cabin, her hands gently resting on her swollen belly. Each kick, each flutter of her baby provided her with a glimmer of hope. Despite the dire circumstances, the signs of life within her reassured her that her child was still fighting, just as she was.Jason had become more attentive as her pregnancy progressed. His paranoia seemed to have ebbed, replaced by a strange kind of domesticity. He cooked for her, brought her water, and insisted she rest more often. It was a disconcerting shift, but Skylar took advantage of his softened demeanour to conserve her strength and protect her baby.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Skylar sat on the porch, gently rocking back and forth. Jason had gone into town to get supplies, leaving her alone for the first time in weeks. She closed her eyes, listening to the rustle of the leaves and the distant call of birds.A sharp kick jolted h
Skylar doubled over as another contraction rippled through her body. She had tried to keep calm, telling herself that these were just Braxton Hicks contractions. Her baby wasn’t due for another month, but the pain was increasing, and panic was setting in. She clutched her stomach, her breathing ragged. When Jason stormed into the house, Skylar’s pained groans stopped him in his tracks. He frowned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “I’m having contractions,” Skylar gasped. “I think the baby’s coming.” Jason’s suspicion deepened. “Nice try. You think I’m stupid? Trying to distract me while the cops get closer? You called them, didn’t you?” He grabbed a bag, shoving clothes and essentials into it. “We’re leaving.” “No, Jason, please! I’m not lying. The baby’s coming!” Her voice was frantic, tears streaming down her face. She completely disregarded the last of his words. “Shut up!” he barked, dragging her to the car. He threw the b