Page 83 of Kinks of a Billionaire
Right now, protecting my baby was my priority. I’d negotiate with the devil himself if it meant his or her safety.
“Stuart…” He whipped his head to me, and it was like he’d forgotten I was here with the way his eyes widened and he pursed his lips. Stuart didnotlike to be interrupted. I was searching for something to say that wouldn’t sound fake when the sound of gunshots broke through the air. Hope bloomed in my chest and I knew deep down in my heart, Royce had come for me. As always.
“Where is my girl?” I heard Royce’s roar from somewhere and I couldn’t help but smile despite aches and pains in my body.
Stuart was inches from me, his hard dick looming closer. How I wished Royce would have cut his dick off outright.
“I would rather die than be with you, Stuart.” I gathered all my strength and headbutted him. His pained howl ricocheted off the grey stone walls, and I could have sworn the dirt beneath my feet vibrated. Stars swam in my vision from the force of the impact, but I didn’t waste any time.
I yanked my wrists out of the loosened ropes, jerking against them until they slid off. I jumped off the bed, then started running toward the doors, debris cutting into my bare feet.
I ignored the pain. I was almost there. Just a few more strides and?—
A set of hands wrapped around me and I came back flying, my head hitting the floor with a thud. A pain like no other flayed my senses as Stuart pinned me to the filthy ground. I struggled against his hold, screaming and shouting.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “I’d rather kill you than let you go back to him.”
Menace twisted my ex-fiancé’s face into something dark and sinister, but I didn’t pause to dwell on it. Every second counted.
“Let go of me!” I screamed, continuing to struggle against his hold.
I fought him tooth and nail, but my energy slowly started to fade, and the realization had panic settling like lead in my stomach.
“It’s you and me, until death do us part.” He kissed my neck, and a shiver of disgust rippled down my spine.
“Wh-what about the b-baby?” I stuttered. “Your inheritance?”
“Your desperation only turns me on,” Stuart purred, but before the words could sink in, I heard a roar. The animalistic sound startled Stuart, and I took advantage, sinking my teeth into his forearm.
He was yanked off me and a loud gunshot rattled my eardrums. I flinched as a bellow tore through the air.
I heard a familiar voice, but the wild heartbeat in my ears drowned it.
“Baby, open your eyes.”
I heard the slam of a door, followed by shouts and a violent rush of air, and I slowly opened my eyes, coming face-to-face with those dark eyes I loved so much. I watched him, stunned, as the first silent tear found its way down my cheek. Soon tears flowed freely, the floodgates well and truly open.
“Where does it hurt?” His hands roamed my body, checking every inch of me. “Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Did he?—”
His voice cracked as he brought his hand to my stomach, cupping it gently.
I shook my head, my throat squeezing painfully.
Asher appeared with a gun in his hand and blood splattered over his face and hair. Everything happened so quickly. One moment I was standing and the next, he carried me out of my temporary prison.
“She needs a doctor,” Royce bellowed.
Stuart whimpered on the floor. “I need a doctor too.”
Royce didn’t even hesitate. He pointed his gun and shot him point-blank. Stuart’s body slumped, blood pooling around him, and I took my first full breath in what felt like days.
My trapped sob finally broke free, and once it was out, there was no stopping it. I shook like a tree’s limbs in hurricane winds.
“Did you kill them all?” he asked Asher, eyes never wavering from my lips, my eyes, my throat.
I heard a grunt, and I didn’t need to hear the words. I let my eyes flutter shut.
Royce saved me again.
