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Lick approaches her and does his thing. “Not gonna ask again, bitch.”

She slaps him across the face. Lick’s head snaps to the side. He slowly turns his face back towards her. There is a sinister glint in his eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a foul mouthed, good for nothing piece of white trash and there is no way I will allow either of you to disrespect me. I will bury you. Both of you and whatever white trash family you come from.”

“You know.” He stalks her up and down as if she’s prey. “It’s like I said before, I may not be a cunt doctor, but I know one when I see one and lady, you’re the biggest fucking cunt I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. And that says a lot since my mother was one of the biggest cunts I thought I knew.”

“How–” Before she can finish Lick reaches out grabs her hands, pins them behind her back at the same time, spinning her around so her back slams into the harness of his chest. Her eyes close tightly and she lets out a little whimper.

With her hands pinned behind her back, he brings one of his hands up around her neck. I stay quiet as I observe Lick wrap his large fingers around her throat. The beds of his fingernails turn white as he applies more pressure. Normally I wouldn’t allow this. The thought that we’re no better than Tyson crosses my mind, but then I snuff it out. I’m only doing this to find out where Savannah is.

“Should I squeeze harder?” His asks her.

When she doesn’t answer, his eyes find mine. I’m not sure what we were thinking coming here. There’s no way that she’s going to give up her son. “Wait here.” I stride to the bathroom and shut the door behind me before dialing my brother.

“Did you find him?”

“The mother isn’t talking.”

“Make her talk, Sin. You need to.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“For fucks sake, you’re my brother, your dad’s son. I know you can think of a way. She knows where your woman is. She knows where that baby is. Are you ready to throw in the towel? Are you ready to walk away and never hold that baby in your arms? Are you ready to never hear her call you daddy? Because if that’s the case, then by all means, let the bitch go and come back here.”

“Have you found Kara? Have you gotten any information from her?” There’s a few moments of silence.

“She’s dead, man.”

“What? What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?”

“Brass went by her place. She was strapped down to a kitchen chair with a couple of syringes hanging from her arm. Someone killed her, man. Made her OD on the same fucking shit Bubba’s been using. I know she wasn’t a druggie. She never used. Not since she’s been at the clubhouse, anyways.”

“Fuck.” I grunt.

Hanging up the phone without another word to my brother, I know what needs to be done. When I enter the living area, I see Lick run his tongue up her neck. “Hurt her.”

“With fucking pleasure.” He sneers.

As I start to come to, the distinctive smell of bleach stings my nose. I feel the dampness of my hair across my face. I swat it from my face, blinking my eyes until they can focus. I run my hands through my wet hair, and when I realize what he’s done, I feel nauseous. Blonde.

“I see you’re finally awake.” Tyson’s voice startles me. I refuse to acknowledge him. I’m done with giving him any of my time. I shift on the mattress that he's laid me on. That’s when I feel it, the cool air cross my skin. I look down and see that I’m not wearing any clothes. I scramble to cover myself up. “Jesus, Savannah, it isn’t like I’ve never seen you before. But I have to say, I don’t get what the hype is about a pregnant woman being beautiful. The only thing I see is a huge belly and fat thighs.” I pull the covers up some more. “The one thing I have to say is that your tits are magnificent. I’ve always had a thing for full breasts. Since they look good on you, I think I’ll make you an appointment when you push that brat out and get them permanently augmented. That way they’ll never lose the fullness and I’ll always have something to play with.” I close my eyes, trying to block out his voice.

The bed dips, and Tyson grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him. My eyes catch his and what I see make my stomach roll. Lust. He hovers over me searching my face. I feel the tears build at the corner of my eyes. I blink causing them to slide down the sides of my face. “Now, now Savannah, no crying, sweetheart.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “How I have missed those lips, especially when they’re wrapped around my cock."

He lets more of this weight rest on my belly. The sharp pain comes back full force and rips through my body. I can’t help but whimper. He makes a face and I realize that he can feel the baby moving. “Seems like someone knows daddy’s nearby.” He kicks out my legs causing me to spread wide. I push on his chest trying to get away. I refuse to give him my words. “Don’t.” He warns. As soon as I feel his finger tighten around my neck, my body begins to shake. My pulse races along with my mind. I need to get out of here. I need to save my baby.

“Please.” I choke out, deciding to break my silence.

He turns my head away from him. The warmth of his breath on my skin causes me to shiver. He fumbles and I can only assume he’s removing his clothes, at least his bottom half since his hand is still on my neck. “No need to beg, baby. I’m going to give you what you want. I’ve been waiting for days, baby. Ever since I’ve had you back, all I’ve wanted is to fuck you. To feel that sweet pussy grip my cock. The way only yours can.” His words are like cold water as I realize what he’s saying. Days. I’ve been gone for days. Sin must be going crazy with fear. All at once, he enters me. Bringing me back to the present. I can’t help but cry out. “Fuck, you feel good. You always did fit perfect around my cock.”

“No!” I scream, kicking my legs, trying to get free. The heat of pain radiates through my cheekbone as he hits me repeatedly.

“Stop being a bitch. Stop fighting me.” He grabs at my hands as they go crazy trying to hit him and push him off at the same time.

Tyson gets a few more slaps in as I struggle to get him off me. The constant movement is causing my stomach to cramp. I can feel it contract and harden. Thinking I’ve finally won, he pushes off me. I take a quick breath of relief only to stop when I realize what he’s going to do. Before I can protect myself, I feel the pain radiate throughout my body as he punches me with all this strength. The once sharp pain that was centrally located in my ribs spreads throughout my entire stomach. I stop fighting. I wrap my arms around the rounding of my stomach as I try to protect my baby girl. I start to fade a little. In that moment, I picture the love in Sin’s eyes. I pray that he’ll forgive me for giving up my fight. I pray that he’ll find happiness and love again. I pray that I haven’t ruined his life. I pray for my love, my Sin.

I have to say, Meredith is one strong, crazy bitch. It took two days to break her. I’m sure in those two days she was hoping that Tyson was able to get Savannah further away from us. But that isn’t the case. It takes eight hours of travel, but Lick and I made it in record time.

The house is in the middle of nowhere, back in the great state of Texas. A family plantation close to Louisiana. We were on the phone constantly with other charters to make sure there is no movement coming or going from the farmhouse. Lick squeals the tires as the dust flies up around the truck. Before he has the truck in park, I’m out of the door. Flying up the steps, I shove through the front door. I feel the wood break as the weight of my body slams into it. I run through the first level of the house, but it’s quiet. Too quiet. Taking the stairs two steps at a time I enter the master bedroom. It’s empty. Fuck me, they aren’t here. Coming back down the stairs, I meet Lick in the foyer. “The bitch lied.” I tell him.