Page 11 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“We really don’t have time for this.”
“Here,” CC says, reaching into the deep pockets of her wide-legged pants for a flask that hasmyinitials engraved on it. The twins both love stealing. They made a game out of stealing from nonna until dad caught them and turned their asses purple. They got even better after that, though they stole a lot less frequently.
“You touch my shit again, I’ll spank you like when you were a kid.”
“Don’t be gross. Trust me, you’ll need a drink before looking at this.”
“What happened to Myra and why do you think I would care in the slightest?”
I tilt the flask into my throat, never suspecting for a second that there was anything amiss with it. CC had it in her pocket, right? So she must have had a few sips.
“You don’t care about anyone except yourself,” she says. “I’m completely aware of that.”
Good.
“Are you going to answer my question?” I ask her, finishing off whatever delicious cocktail CC thinks she’s going to be sneaking from the passenger seat.
“No,” she says. “And you don’t care about Myra because you’re an idiot.”
“I don’t care about her because she’s self-centered. I don’t fall for that prissy good girl bullshit for a second. You don’t know her.”
CC’s tone drips with haughty judgment. “You have a lot of nerve calling someone self-centered.”
“Assume for once in your life that someone else knows more than you do.”
“Humility isn’t exactly a Corsini trait.”
“No,” I grumble. “It isn’t. Now give me that stupid phone so we can leave.”
Why isn’t she in a hurry anymore?I don’t answer my question and I don’t remember anything past the next sixty seconds. My hands clamp around the phone. I glance at my sister. Then everything fades and a black hole engulfs me and strips me out of time for several hours.
When I wake up, I have no memories and no awareness. Everything is just black – both inside and outside of my head. I don’t even know where I am…
Chapter Five
Cosima
My hands shake as I construct the scene. Getting information about the correct cocktail of drugs to use for this job was pretty easy, scarily enough. I snuck out a couple weeks ago and didn’t let Michael find out about it. Getting out of the house has been crucial to surviving this round of captivity. When I snuck out two weeks ago, I saw one of the muscle guys for the family drinking at Belladonna’s. One low cut top and a couple drinks later, he was giving me tips and tricks for drugging anyone.
I guess he does it all the time and when you kill people for a living, the demons sometimes weigh on you in ways that you wouldn’t expect. I don’t even think Nick remembers what he told me, but I took notes. Thankfully, I can trust Rachel to be discreet about the number of times I’ve escaped Michael’s clutches to sneak out to the bar.
It’s about picking the right nights when Michael has his guard down and when he isn’t showing up here with Peter. The only other man in the family I trust is Peter. He can keep a secret without snitching to my unreasonable, misogynistic father.
The drugs worked exactly as I planned.
Myra signs her life away after giving me a clear and audible recording stating that she was of sound mind, not under the influence of drugs, and fully consenting to signing the following document… Then I had her read the title. Getting her the next dose was a little more complicated. I told Nick I needed the tabs to sell to college kids, but really I needed something that would absorb quickly through the skin.
Nick mixes the specialty compound himself and it works exactly as he promises it will. Within seconds, Myra becomes glassy and even easier to suggest. She signs the document on my phone with a hand-drawn signature and in her drugged haze, she shows some resistance to the ideas.
“I can’t get pregnant, CC. It’s my last day… It’s my last chance…Ever…”
It’s sad to see her like this. I always liked Myra. When I was a little girl, I used to have this dumb fantasy that she would be like Maria fromThe Sound of Musicand turn my evil brother into a more docile father figure instead of a brutish monster. At one point, I thought she really was softening him up.
It was hard to be alone in that house. After tonight, I won’t ever feel alone in Michael’s house again.
I know Flora wouldn’t approve of me going this far, but she’s not here to stop me. She abandoned me too, even if she would call me “sensitive” for putting it that way. I’ve always been the “weaker” twin, except right now I feel like a badass because I know I’m going to get away with this. I can feel it.
I get Myra all the way out to my car before I place the second patch on her shoulder, delivering a dose of a heavy sleep aid throughout her body before I “gently guide” her into the trunk. Imust have had unholy amounts of adrenaline coursing through me as I got her into the trunk.
