Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Not until today, when one of the girls from work mentioned she had just gotten hers, and I realized, I hadn’t gotten mine on time. I was three days late. I’m never late. Not ever. I avoided it, thought of anything else, but knew that I’d have to test. Because, I’d been with Boston this month, and it was the night I was drunk at Saskia’s place, and I’m starting to think I didn’t take the pill that night.
I don’t remember.
But, clearly, I didn’t.
Because the test in my hands, has a blazing positive symbol.
I’m pregnant.
With Boston’s child.
What in the ever-loving hell have I done?
Panic, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life, bubbles in my chest and I start to go over every possible scenario. I can’t have Boston’s baby, but I can’t not keep it, either. I’m not that kind of girl. What the hell am I going to do? Tears burst forth and run down my cheeks, and I put the test down on the counter and go to find my phone.
Someone knocks on my door.
Now. Of all the times. Someone knocks.
Dammit.
I swipe my eyes, take a deep breath, and walk over. Opening it.
A hard punch is what I’m greeted with.
I stumble backwards, clutching my eye and crying out in agony. I’m taken aback, I don’t know what’s happening. I try to open my eyes, but a boot connects with my ribs sending me launching even further into my own living room. I scream out and roll, curling into a ball. I might have only just found out about my baby, but I instinctively roll to protect it.
Someone grabs my hair, and I scream out in pain as my head is jerked back and another punch is delivered to my mouth.
I kick and squirm, trying to fight, but whoever it is, is tossing me about like a rag doll. I can’t even get a good look. I don’t know who it is, or what they want, all I know is they’re going to beat me in my own home, and there seems almost nothing I can do about it, except lay here and cry out in bitter agony as another punch is delivered to my face.
Then I’m tossed, hard, across the room. I land on my side with a thump and a gurgled cry. There is blood in my mouth and my vision is blurring from blood dripping down my forehead and into my eye. I’m going to be killed here, if I don’t get up, and get out. I push to my hands and knees as quickly as I can and turn my head to see a pair of boots storming toward me. I scurry quickly, pushing to my feet and running to the cupboard where I keep the gun the club gave me.
I pull it out and spin around quickly, hands trembling, vision blurring, pain radiating through my body, and I look at the man who has now come to a stop in front of me.
“I will shoot, do not fucking doubt it,” I snarl, baring my teeth.
My knees are shaking.
I hope he can’t see that.
The man takes a step back, and I thrust the gun, letting him know I want him to move, and move fast. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Got a message for you,” he grates out.
“I got your message loud and clear, I’ll count to three, and then I’ll bust a fucking knee cap, you jerk!”
“Enzo wants his money. This is a warning. You have forty-eight hours.”
With that, he turns and flees out of my house. Only when I stop trembling, do I take a step toward my front door. Then another. And I slam it shut and lock it, then I turn and stagger over to my phone and pick it up, dialing Saskia.
“Hey chicky,” she answers.
“Sas,” I croak.
“Chan ... what is it?”
“I need help.”
Then, I drop to my knees and grip my head, the phone tumbling out from my hands.
I don’t know that I can stay conscious a second longer.
My vision blurs, and I fall to the floor.
~18~
NOW – BOSTON
“Mason,” Saskia calls, dropping her phone and spinning around on her feet, her eyes darting around the club for Mason.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
She looks to me, hesitates, and then says quickly, “Chantelle is in trouble.”
I’m on my feet before she’s even finished the sentence. I bark out Mason’s name, and he comes into the room followed by Malakai and Koda.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks.
“Chantelle called me, she sounded ... hurt. She said she’s in trouble and then her phone cut out,” Saskia says, her voice full of panic and concern.
Something clutches at my heart. Something strong, and fuckin’ painful. She’s in trouble? Has someone hurt her? Fuck me. If someone has hurt her, I’ll gut them from head to fuckin’ toe.