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“I don’t think so. We’ll be building our empire, Natasa. Making a family.”

“I don’t want anything to do with that.”

“That means nothing. You’ll be on board, or I will sell that baby you’re carrying. I’m sure it would make a pretty penny.” He smirks at me. He would do it. He’s that disgusting and insane.

“You touch my baby, and I will kill you.” Now he laughs. He fucking laughs because he knows that right now, there’s nothing I can do to him. I’m at his mercy.

“Now, Natasa. I’ve been gracious so far, haven’t I? I haven’t allowed anyone else to use that pussy of yours. I haven’t allowed anyone to touch you.”

“You make me sick, Clark. I hate you.”

“You will learn to love me, Natasa. In time, just like before.”

“Are you insane? I’ve never loved you. Never.”

“There was a time long ago when you thought the world of me,” he reminisces.

“Before I knew how sick you were.”

“Stand up, Natasa.” Slowly, I shove myself to my feet as he stalks closer to me. I step back only to hit the edge of the bed. He smirks as he reaches out and runs his fingers over my breasts. I want to cringe away, but I know that wouldn’t do me any good. Instead, I close my eyes and let him do it. I let him touch me while in the back of my head, telling myself it’s to keep the baby safe.

His fingers move lower and slower as he drags them over my stomach and down to my pussy. He cups it in his hand as bile burns the back of my throat. I don’t want him touching me. I wish Gunner were here.

“You’re going to your surprise with my cum leaking down your thighs.” Now, I do cringe. He hasn’t touched me in days, and now he’s ready. It makes me sick to think about him being inside me, but what can I do? If I fight, I might hurt the baby, and I can’t risk that.

Clark turns me around and pushes me forward. I plant my hands on the bed, fisting the sheet as I feel him move in closer. Tears fall down my cheeks as he thrusts into me. I sob, but he doesn’t care. He keeps going, and all I can think about is Gunner. How I wished it was him. How I wished he was here, taking me away from all of this. It’s my fault. I should have told him about Clark. I should have told him about my life, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to see the look on his face. I didn’t want him to look at me differently.

So, I kept it to myself, and that was my mistake. I caused this. Had Gunner known, maybe he could have looked for me. And Rick? More tears fall as I think about Rick lying there. I couldn’t move to help him. I couldn’t think or breathe. I feel like I betrayed him, too.

Cries fall from me until Clark is finished. When he’s done, he pulls out of me and stands me back up, turning me to face him.

“I will leave your clothes by the door. You do not clean yourself up.” I nod, knowing there’s no way around this. I feel sick. Worse than sick. I don’t know how I’m going to do this. How am I going to survive this?

I watch Clark walk out of the room before I sob harder. But then I remember. I can be stronger than this. I can. I know I can. I’ve made it this far in life, so why can’t I handle this if it means my baby will be okay? I lower my hand to my stomach and rub the small bump there.

“I’ll keep you safe. No matter what it costs me.”

I take a deep breath and walk to the door, opening it just enough to get the clothes Clark left for me. I pull them inside and quickly put them on before heading out of the room.

I move down the hallway and down the stairs to find him by the door. I’m confused, but I keep walking. Once I’m down the steps, he offers me a coat, which I gladly take. I shove my arms into it and enjoy the slight warmth.

“I expect you to act accordingly.”

“Where are we going?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to be on your best behavior, Natasa, or I promise I’ll make your life a living hell.” I don’t know what he has planned for me or why we have to leave the house, but I’m nervous. I nod my head anyway and follow him out the door and to the car. We both climb in before it takes off, and I watch out the window.

Chapter 17

Gunner

I’m anxious as fuck. The weight of my gun sits heavily in my hand as we pull up to the house. We got a lead. We got information on her parents, and now I’m storming that fucking house to find her. I will rain hell down on anyone who had anything to do with her disappearing.

We opted to bring the van in case she’s there. God, I pray that she’s there.

“She’s gonna be okay, brother.” I look over at Remy and nod my head. I know she is. If she isn’t, I’m going to raise hell. I’m going to tear this fucking city apart until I find her.

“We almost there?”

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