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“Do what?”

“You said Brad gave you sleepin’ pills, right?”

“Yeah. Basically, every night.”

“Did they ever cause you to have dreams?”

“Yeah. Strange ones, too. There were men. There were always men touching me and …” I stop right there as I look at him. Shaking my head, no. “No. He was a bastard, sure, but he wouldn’t have let anyone else touch me.”

“There’s videos, Tianna. A lot of them.”

“No. You’re lying. Why would he do that? He got whatever he wanted out of me. I obeyed him for Charlie. He wouldn’t do that.”

“He did it,” he says softly. Instantly, I rush him. I slam into him, screaming, yelling, kicking, fighting.

“You’re a liar! It was only ever him! Those men, they, they were just a dream. That’s all it was! A fucking dream!” Remy wraps his arms around me to calm me down but there’s no use. I flail in his arms until he releases me, and then I scream at the top of my lungs.

Remy doesn’t say a word as he stands there and watches me. Not one single word. Brad did that to me. He let those men do that to me. And I was so fucking blind I didn’t know it.

“How didn’t I know?”

“You were drugged, baby.”

“How …”

“He made you believe it was all just a dream.” My hand falls to my stomach.

“This baby … oh my God. This baby could be any of those men.” Reality hits me like a brick. My knees nearly buckle as that thought settles in.

“We don’t know, Tianna. We just don’t know who that baby belongs to, but one thing is for sure, you’re mine.”

“Stop, Remy. Stop fucking saying that to me! Oh my God. I don’t know who this baby belongs to,” I sob now. Remy comes toward me, but I don’t let him get that close. I shove him away and take a step back.

“Don’t do that, Tianna.”

“Do what?”

“Push me away. Don’t do that shit again,” he warns me.

“Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare tell me you’re not pissed about this,” I tell him.

“I didn’t say that, but that baby inside of you didn’t ask for this shit either,” he reminds me. That’s true, but still. How do I do this? How do I carry a child for a man I don’t even know?

Chapter 19

Remy

She’s in shock. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. She keeps shaking her head, saying she can’t do this.

I watch her pace the room when she grabs the bottle of liquor off the dresser and uncaps it. I shake my head and walk toward her just as the top touches her lips. I slap the bottle out of her hand and watch as it falls to the floor.

“What the hell?” she screams at me.

“You ain’t drinkin’ while you’re pregnant.”

“With whose baby, Remy? Huh? Who had their fucking cock in me?” She screams. I get it; I do. I hate this just as much as she does, but that baby is a part of her, and I won’t have her regret her decisions this time.

“Does it matter?” I ask her.

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