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He moves so quickly, I don’t even have time to flinch before his hand is wrapped around my throat. “Don’t fucking push me, Noah. You won’t like the consequences when you do.”

He tightens his hold, cutting off my breathing for a moment, before releasing my throat and stepping back.

I gasp in deep breaths. “Let us go,” I demand.

“No, you are both MINE,” he growls out.

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe, but I’m keeping both of you.” he shrugs before walking out of the open door to my room.

“Kieran doesn’t want kids; she won’t keep it!” I yell after him.

When he turns around to lock me in, I see the look of finality on his face. It’s then I know we are never getting away, and Kieran is keeping the baby. She doesn’t have a choice.

Chapter Four

Kieran

Istartle awake to the sound of the door closing, only to fall back down into my pillows, grabbing my head. I have a fucking migraine. He won't get away with this, I vow to myself. No matter how much I liked it when he snuck into my room and fucked me before, I don’t wantthis.

I crawl out of bed, shoving a pillow under the blanket and bunching it up some,to fool him into thinking I'm peacefully sleeping. I grab the top sheet off the bed and try to rip a strip off. I struggle for a few minutes before saying ‘fuck it’ and deciding I’m not gonna be able to do that. Searching the room, I don’t see anything I can use against him until I spot the towel rod on the wall of the bathroom.

“Perfect!” I whisper to myself.

It wiggles some but seems sturdy, so I grip it tighter and pull harder until it snaps off the wall. Now it’s just a waiting game.

I stand by the bedroom door, rod in hand, for what feels like forever. When I’m just about to say fuck it and try this another day, the door opens. He steps through the door, eyes locked directly on the bed. He takes one more step and I strike. I hit him right on his temple with the rod, and he drops to the floorinstantly. Smiling triumphantly, I search his pockets for the keys to the rooms.

Fuck yeah!

I search his pocket, taking the keys, as well as a pocket knife and his gun. I set the gun on the dresser and grab the knife. I grab the sheet from the floor and cut two long strips. I try to move him and fail miserably. So, I do the next best thing–walk out of my room to search for Noah.

I try the doors across the hallway first. When I try the door next to mine, it opens and I see Noah sitting on his bed. His eyes flick to the door before he looks back down. I stand there for a second smirking as his eyes shoot up again and he jumps from the bed.

“Kieran, how? What are you doing?” he says in one breath.

“I need your help. Follow me.”

I go back to the room directly across from mine and grab the chair I saw when I was looking for Noah, dragging it back to my room.

“Noah, can you help me get him into the chair?”

“I’m on it.” Together, we get our captor in the chair and tied up in no time. I walk to my bathroom and fill a cup up with cold water, then I throw it on him.

He gasps awake and struggles in the chair, trying to get free. His eyes find mine and they light up with fury. He’s pissed.

Well you know what I’m pissed too!

Might as well add insult to injury. “I don’t want it.”

“Don’t want what?” he questions, eyes on Noah now.

“The baby,” I answer. “I don’t want the baby.”

He turns his head towards me slowly and his eyes lock onto mine.

“Do you know what your name means in Irish?” he asks, completely switching the topic, giving me whiplash.

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