Page 157 of The Loathing

I look at her and she is laying with her wedding dress bunched up round her chest.

“You could have complimented your bride before you done this to her,” I growl, my hands fisted into my suit pants.

“But I would be lying,” Wolfe shrugs and I close my eyes and count down from five because each word that comes out of this prick’s mouth is pushing me one step closer to strangling him.

“I am just going to have a little feel round of your stomach, is that okay?” he asks with a kind voice, and she nods.

After a few moments of silence, I hear the doctor ruffle around in his bag.

“She is definitely pregnant, I would say around five-six weeks,” he nods in Wolfe’s direction and Amora begins to pull her dress back down.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Wolfe makes himself seen as he thunders across the floor. He reaches for the doctor’s shoulder and gives him a sinister and calculated look and my fucking blood runs cold.

The doctor returns the look with a curt nod.

“It’s time to rip that baby out of you now, I want you bleeding with the loss of his child as you walk down that fucking aisle to marry me. I don’t even care if you bleed out into the skirt of your dress, it’ll just show everyone that you weren’t pure and that you are a fraud.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I turn, rushing for him as I shove him back into the wall, hearing a loud thud as his slim body hits it.

“Do it,” Wolfe smirks and I hear Amora shouting for him to stop.

“Fucking make him stop, or I will,” I pull Wolfe from the wall before slamming him back into it.

“Over my dead body,” he grins at me, his hollow and soulless eyes are nothing but a dark emptiness.

I twist him round and throw him to the floor before I kick him in the stomach, blow after blow.

“Please, no,” I hear her plead and I snap my head round and run for the doctor who is just about to put his hands on her. I shove him hard, making him lose his balance as he falls and hits his head on the bedside unit and knocking him out cold.

“Shit,” I pant, and Amora’s eyes are wide, her face paling as she stares at the lifeless doctor. “Little Red, eyes on me,” I say softly, and she turns to face me and I let out a sigh of relief. I hear Wolfe groaning behind me but before I can turn around, he is on my back, punching me with hard blows in the side of my head. I try and shrug him off me, but he clings on and the dull pain that is currently radiating through me makes me think my head is being split open. I lift my arms up and rip his hands from around my neck and throw him to the ground and he cries out as his body slams against the floor.

I kneel over him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt as I lay punch after punch into his face.

“Do you know how long I have wanted to do this to you,” I grit as I connect my fist with his face again and he just smirks with a bloody grin. I fall back onto my knees, panting and I can feel the blood tricking down the side of my face. “You’re not fucking worth it.” I spit on him and slowly stand, my legs trembling, and I feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. I turn and face Amora, and she looks petrified.

“It’s okay,” I soothe as I stagger over to the bed, my busted and bloody hand staining the sheets as I rest it.

I watch as Wolfe stands and wipes the corner of his mouth, his chest rising and falling fast.

“I will get that baby out of her, I’m not having my wife carrying a child that isn’t mine,” he stumbles forward. “Then I am going to fuck her until she is pregnant with my heir. She will be nothing more than a sex toy to me and my brother and once I am done with her, I’ll throw her out like the worthless piece of shit she is. Or maybe I’ll kill her, at least that way she’ll be with her baby because that’s the only way she’ll get to meet it.” He snarls and my stomach twists. I stand, clenching my fists by my side.

“Amora,” my voice is steady, “get out of the room, now.” And for the first time since being with her, that’s the only command I have ever given her.

I hear her scrambling behind me, and she runs out of the room without looking back. I sigh in relief, my shoulders sagging, and he catches me off guard in that one moment.

He launches himself at me, his hands round my throat as he squeezes the life out of me slowly.

My eyes widen when I see Hunter approaching slowly and I begin to panic knowing he must have passed Amora in the hallway.

Shit.

I grab Wolfe’s hand, trying to pull them away from my throat but the cunt has such a tight grip. My eyes begin to narrow, the noises around me echoing and suddenly all I can hear is Chasing Cars – Sleeping at last with images of everyone I love.

Arizona.

Amora.

Kaleb, Keaton, Nate, Killian, Connie and Reese.

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