Page 49 of Shattered Union

I thrash beneath him once again, this time his hands release me and I don't even think. I dive off the bed. Landing on the floor with a jarring thud. But I’m away from him. He’s no longer touching me.

"You fucking bitch," he yells, the bed creaking under his weight as he climbs onto it, crawling toward me.

I suck in a sharp breath as I scramble to my feet. I only have one chance of getting away from him. I make a mad dash for the door but his hand clamps around me. "Not so fast, bitch."

His meaty fist smashes into my face, sending my head flying and me crashing to the floor, crying out as pain radiates in my cheek. "I like it when they fight."

I move backward, hoping like hell someone will hear me scream, but I know no one will. This bastard is going to do whatever the hell he wants to me.

He walks toward me, his green eyes blazing with fury. He lunges for me. I’m too slow and he grips hold of my foot, pulling on it, dragging me closer to him. My arse slides along the floor until I’m at his feet.

“Leave me alone,” I screech at him.

The bastard just laughs at me. “Not going to happen. I’m being paid a lot of money for this. Had I known just how fucking sweet you were, I’d have volunteered for free.”

“You’re a piece of shit,” I spit at him. Raising my foot, I kick out hard, hitting him between his legs, right in the sweet spot.

“Cunt,” he snarls as he drops to his knees, cupping his crown jewels.

I rush to my feet and run back to my bedroom, needing to get to my phone or the alarm which is hidden in my closet. Call for help.

I hear his deep breaths as I run into my room, quickly locking the door behind me. I reach for my phone, fumbling with it as my fingers are shaking. The bastard is kicking the door, trying to get it to open. I know it’s going to be only a matter of time before he succeeds. I quickly hit call on the number of the person I know who will answer and be here within minutes.

The phone rings just as my bedroom door splinters open.

“Callie?” Stephen says. I hear the worry in his voice.

“You’re dead, you hear me, bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you,” the bastard yells as moves toward me, his arms outstretched. I glance around my room. There’s no escape.

I whimper as he rushes at me, his hands going to my neck and he grips a hold of me.

“Callie!” I heard the roar through the phone.

The bastard grins. “Naughty girl. Calling for help. You’ll pay for that.”

“No, you will,” I gasp, his fingers tightening around my throat. “Stephen’s going to kill you.”

He stills. “Stephen?”

It’s my turn to grin. “Stephen Maguire.”

His eyes narrow in on me. “You fucking cunt,” he yells. “You fucking cunt,” he repeats, this time smashing the back of my head against my bedroom floor. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

My grin remains on my face. Of course I know what I’ve done. As much as I love Stephen, I’m not blind or stupid. He’s got demons inside of him. He’s a monster. He kills for fun and loves hurting people. It’s who he is, it’s what’s ingrained in him.

“He’s going to kill you,” I tell him.

He releases me. Relief washes through me, he’s going to leave.

Instead of turning around and leaving while he has the chance. He punches me in the face again. I cry out as blood fills my mouth. Another punch, this time to my ribs, taking the breath from me.

Tears fall down my face as he continues to rain punches over my body.

My baby. That’s all I can think about. He’s going to kill my baby.

“Jesus,” I hear a woman’s voice. I’m unable to see her. My eyes are swollen shut. Blood trickles from my mouth and down my chin. I can’t move. I hurt. My entire body aches. “I can hear this shit outside. What the fuck?” the woman complains.

“The stupid bitch called Stephen Maguire. He’s on his way,” the man pants.

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