SAVANNAH.I whimper as she pushes me to the floor and walks back to where she was standing. “Your father thinks I'm a fool. I loved him even when I knew he didn't give two fucks about me. I was willing to lose everything to prove my love to him. You know what he did? He used me,” she says, her voice pained. “He used me as a vessel to protect your mother. He pretended to love me, and I was stupid to believe him.” I groan as the pain in my belly increases, and I pray nothing happens to my child. “Do you want to know the truth about your mother?”I remain silent, focusing on the pain in my stomach. My silence worsens her disposition because she walks over and kicks me back. “You answer me when I speak to you!” Like Sophia, she's dressed in all black with boots on. “You are alive right now only because I say so. Answer me accordingly!”I raise my head and glare at her. “You will pay for this,” I say, despite my pain. “You won't go free, Becca.” I look over at Sophia, whose hands are balled
DOMINICI feel like I'm losing my mind. It's been almost eight hours since Savannah was taken, and I still have no idea where she is.I've been doing everything I can, but nothing seems to be working. The van that took them was found miles away with no surveillance cameras, so there was no way to tell which direction they went.“Calm down, Dominic, we're going to find her,” Chris says, and I spin around to face him. “We have the best people on this.”“The best? How can they be the best if we still can't locate my woman and child?!” I snap, running my hands through my hair. “I don't understand why someone would do this, why they would kidnap her.”Janelle is clinging to Chris, her eyes red from crying. “Could it be the same person who hit her car?”I look at her, and I see her chewing on her lip, her body trembling slightly. “It could be,” Chris says as he rubs her back. “She will be found, and she will be okay.” She looks up at him, and he kisses her forehead.The door swings open, and
SAVANNAHShe smirks but then yells, “Come on in, boys.” My eyes widen as she rises slowly. “I've had enough of you.” The door swings open, and the men walk in, their eyes roaming over me lustfully. “It's about time I show you what I always imagined would happen to you.”My hands tighten around the pipe. I'd rather die than let another man touch me. I widen my stance as I look at her. Sophia stirs as her eyes open, and she blinks before her mom helps her up.I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to find Evans and Aisha walking before they stand behind me. My eyes widen as Aisha looks at me and rolls her eyes before turning to Becca and her goons. “I'm sorry, Becca, plans changed,” Aisha says as she looks at her. “My son wants me to protect her, or everything will be in vain, and after all, he's the reason I'm here.”Becca glares at her as she looks at me. “I should've had you killed when I had the chance to,” she spits out. “It doesn't matter because none of you are leaving here alive.”Ev
SEBASTIAN KNIGHT.I watch Savannah wheeled into the ambulance, feeling this pain I've never felt before. I've failed her.Elizabeth struggles against the police as they pull her away from Becca. I sigh as Mr. Marshall looks at me and nods, and we walk towards her. “We can handle her,” Mr. Marshall says to the policeman, who looks at him.“Are you sure?” he asks, looking at Elizabeth, who screams that she'll kill Becca. “We can take her out of here just to be certain.”“It's fine,” I say as I motion for him to leave her. “We can take care of her.” He nods and leaves her, hurrying away like she's on fire.She whirls around to look at us. “Where's Savannah?” She asks just as they put Becca and Sophia into the car and drive away. “Where is my son? Where are my children?”I look at her, her chest heaving as she cries. “They were taken to the hospital,” Mr. Marshall says. “You should follow them.”She looks at me briefly before she nods and walks past me. I look after her and sigh. “Aren't y
DOMINICThe doctor looks at me solemnly, his voice measured as he delivers the news. “Are you the husband?” I nod as he looks at the equally concerned faces behind me. “Your wife is fine; we were able to stop the bleeding and get the work done quickly.”I swallow hard and nod at him. “Thank you. And my child? What about the baby?” I ask, my hands clenched into fists, my heart racing. “Please tell me they're okay.”“Your child is fine as well,” he says, looking at me. “But you have to understand, she suffered blows and punches to her stomach, and that's too much for a newly forming pregnancy. You're lucky we arrived on time, or it would have been too late.”Relief washes over me. “So the baby is okay?” I ask, nodding to myself. “And the mother?”“They're both stable for now, but your wife and baby have been through a lot. We're doing everything possible to ensure their recovery. Your wife is resting, but she's still under close observation. The baby's heartbeat is weak, and we will do e
DOMINICI watch as Savannah sleeps, and I look down at her stomach. I place my hands gently and release a breath I didn't know I was holding.She's fine.My baby is fine. My family is okay.I kiss her forehead as I stand up and walk outside; I should check on Evans before she wakes up.I step outside to find Dad sitting in the waiting room. “Dad,” I say, and he stands up when he sees me. “Why are you over here?”“I didn't want to disturb you and her,” he says as he hugs me. “Is she okay?”I nod as I wrap my arms around him. I didn't realize how much I needed this hug until I received it. “Yes, she is.” He nods, and from the look on his face, I know what else he wants to ask for. “So is the baby.” His tense posture relaxes, and he exhales sharply as he nods.I push my hands into my jeans as I look at him. “Good, I'm glad she's okay,” he says as he looks around. “I'm happy to know that.”“I wanted us to talk,” I say to him. “There are some things we need to discuss, as it is important.”
SAVANNAH.The door slams shut behind Dominic and Mr. Marshall, and I turn my attention to Dad, who smiles as he looks at me.He walks over to the chair and takes a seat. “How are you feeling?” he asks gently, reaching forward to hold my hands. “Are you okay?”I nod as I look at him. “I'm fine. The doctors say I'm okay, and the baby is fine.”He nods. “He told me when we were outside. I'm glad you're okay,” he says as he looks at me. “I'm sorry,” he whispers, and I look up sharply to find tears in his eyes. “I'm so sorry.”“What did you do?” I ask as I look at him. “What happened? What are you sorry about?”Dad takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with emotions. “I'm sorry because I should've protected you better,” he admits. “I should've been more cautious and more vigilant. I should've never let this happen to you.”I squeeze his hand gently. “Dad, this isn't your fault. You couldn't have known that this would happen.”He sniffles, “I know, but I brought her into your life, or more li
SAVANNAHIt’s been three days since everything happened, and the whole questioning and investigation process has been intense.Dominic has insisted that I be left alone today for some much-needed rest, even though I told him that people must do their work. He's been adamant that I rest, and I can't argue with that. The doctors did stress the importance of rest. “The doctor said you are to be discharged today before six?” I turn to where Mom is making me hot water to drink. “I will come along with you to take care of you.”“Are you sure? Who will take care of Evans?” I ask, looking down at my baby bump that's more noticeable today. “Or would he come along?”Mom nods as she carries the tray with a cup of hot water and brings it over to me. “We've arranged for him to come to the house and be with you while I care for you both. So don't worry about him; he'll be well cared for.”I took the cup and thanked her before sipping the hot water. “Who's 'we'?” She gives me a look. “Dominic?” She