Page 49 of Deadliest Throne

Or does he want to sell me to the next highest bidder now that the last one is six feet under?

Doesn’t matter because none of that is going to happen. My guys will find me, kill that fucker, and everything will be over for good.

Keep telling yourself that Raven, and let’s forget the fact that he actually ended up taking you. Despite almost two years worth of you doing everything possible to avoid this shit.

I feel stupid for believing he was dead. I’m a fucking idiot. I’m gonna take a good guess and say that he faked his own death to lure us out of hiding. Or at the very least have us lower our guard.

“Oh, sweet baby girl.” Tears sting my eyes. I’m trying to hold it together, I really fucking am because I’ve already gone through so much in my life, having to deal with so much loss and pain. I want to tell myself to suck it up, that we need to be strong.

But how can I do that when I'm locked up and don't know if I'll ever get out?

That's a lie, Link and the guys will never stop looking for me and will die before they give up. The only thing is, when will that be? They couldn't even find where my father has been hiding this whole time.

What house am I at? Is it even in the US or did he steal me away to another country, hell, maybe even a private island?

Will it be after I’ve had her? How old will she be before they walk through that door and hold her?

“Stop,” I groan, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Stop thinking of all the bad things. I have to be strong. So, I’ll allow myself to fall apart just one time, and then I need to hold it the fuck together. For me. For you, Baby Bird. For your daddies and for your big brother.”

Andrew. God, I hope he’s okay. He was with Hunter when all of this went down. I know he would die protecting our son, but I can’t help wondering if he’s okay. If both of them are okay.

“Travis,” I sob, thinking of him knocked out on the ground. Or was he dead?

I fall onto my side and curl up into as much of a ball as my belly will allow and cry. Deep heavy sobs wrack my body as a feeling of defeat hits me.

I must have cried myself asleep because the next time my eyes flutter open, it’s to the sound of a door being opened.

“Wait!” I try to sit up quickly, but all the blood rushes to my head, and a wave of dizziness has me steadying myself in a seated position.

By the time I’m able to think, to move, the door is already closed and locked.

Quickly, I waddle my ass across the room and start pounding on the door. “Come back here, you fucking asshole, and tell me where I am. Better yet, let me fucking go!”

It was pointless, and I really needed to stop hitting the damn door or I’m going to break my hand.

“Fucking fuck!” I kick the door and turn around to see that whoever that was left a full fucking feast of food on the desk.

The smell hits my nose, and I groan. Walking over, I pull back the tray cover to see a full steak dinner.

"Why am I not surprised?" I huff out a laugh. They haven't really treated me like a regular prisoner, so why start with the food?

For a moment, I wonder if it’s poisoned but then again, if he wanted to hurt me he would have by now.

Looking down at my belly, I sigh. If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d starve myself in sheer protest, even though it hardly works in the movies. But I won’t put my baby at risk.

Cutting a piece, I take a tentative bite. It tastes normal. Hell, it tastes fucking amazing. I moan as I chew, the meat falling apart in my mouth.

Before long, the whole plate is gone. Steak, potatoes, and even the fresh salad on the side.

After I’m done, I explore the room and find that it’s not only packed with everything a baby would need but everything I would need too. It’s fucking creepy that a lot of this seems to be in my size.

Grabbing a comfy looking baggy top and a pair of clean underwear, right from the pack, I head into the bathroom.

It’s big, huge. Fitted with a shower and a separate massive tub. I run myself a warm bath.

When I’m done, I change and grab a book off the shelf before pulling the covers back and getting into the soft bed.

Looking out the window, I see that it’s dark now; the day is over. I’m not going to be able to sleep without any help, so I do my best to get lost in the book until my eyes feel heavy and I start to drift off to sleep.