Page 131 of Devilish Ink

I shrugged. “I couldn’t lose her.”

“Right up here,” Rian said, grabbing the handle.

I turned hard again, the screech of my tires loud over the engine.

“Wait a minute,” Rian frowned at the app open on my phone. “I thought Ry’s phone was back in the bedroom.”

I pursed my lips, eyes scanning the dark warehouses. Ryleigh was in one of these metal boxes.

“How the hell did you get a tracker on her then?” Rian asked.

“Just…keep your eyes on the app,” I muttered.

I’d always expected Ryleigh would bolt at some point, her instinct to flee when it got too hard getting too much.

I figured her pregnancy might tip her over and she’d try to run from me.

But I was never letting her go.

Not her or our baby.

I never expected I’d be using it to track her down from being kidnapped by a psychopath.

The truth that I wasn’t about to share with Rian was I’d had a tracker inserted underneath the sonogram charm.

I’d have to hope that Ryleigh forgave me when she found out what I’d done.

If we weren’t too late.

RY

Balor lowered his knife to my belly.

No!

I struggled again, thrashing uncontrollably, as panic gripped me.

“Wait! If you cut my baby out then I’ll die of blood loss, and…” I swallowed down the bile collecting in my mouth, “…you wouldn’t want it to be over so quickly, would you?”

Balor stared at me for one long moment.

“I mean,” I continued, hating every word I said, “you spent all this time and effort to get me back.”

He laughed and waved the knife tip at me. “I do so like a whore with a sense of humour.”

“I’ll…do whatever you want,” I said, trying to trade the only thing I had left, my compliance. “I’ll be…good. Just let me give birth to my baby. Let them live.”

Balor let out a noise of annoyance. “I want you to beg foryourlife. This selfless shit really does make me soft.”

Grinding my jaw, I said, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“However,” Balor said, “you make some valid points…”

He tossed the knife onto the bedside and walked over to adisplay of monstrous dildos, each bigger than the next. Even the smallest one would have torn me open.

Twirling a ball gag around his finger, he said, “You know what? Icouldlet you have this baby. And I could raise the innocent little thing. Slight diversion from your plan, I know.”

He bit down on the ball gag, eyes flashing madly at me. “I could teach him or her to be everything you weren’t. A good little subservient slave.”

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