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Unless it doesn’t. What if I can’t get pregnant? Oh god. If I can’t give the guys children, would that change how they feel about me? Would they still want me?

As I slip into the spiraling thoughts invading my mind, the timer on my phone goes off, making me jump. Rushing over to it, I turn it off. I decided to take my phone back because, at this point, who cares if I have it. It’s not like I’m going to be calling for help, I don’t need saving.

My heart thunders in my chest, and with shaking hands, I grab the test off the counter. Taking a deep breath, I turn it over and see the results.

The word pregnant stares back at me, and I let out a choked gasp, my shaking hand covers my mouth as a wave of joy overwhelms me. Tears begin to fall as I let out a happy, disbelieving laugh. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper in shock. “Holy shit, I’m pregnant."

I stare at it, blinking, wondering if the answer is going to change any second.

When it doesn’t, I squeeze my eyes shut and lean against the counter for support. My knees tremble as I lower my hand to my stomach.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, letting out a tiny sob.

Swallowing hard, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. The last thing I need is to lose it at my best friend's baby shower.

There's no way I can go out there with a straight face. I have to go tell them. I hope Olivia doesn’t get mad at me because as soon as the guys find out, I know they’re going to be sweeping me away and taking me back home where we’ll celebrate for hours.

I laugh happily with excitement. I need to tell the guys. Placing the test back on the counter, I leave the bathroom to go get the guys and bring them back here to show them.

I don’t want to cause a scene out there, and I need this moment of privacy with the guys.

The sound of their laughter as baby Ellie lets out an excited squeal makes my heart skip a beat. They’re going to make amazing dads. I can’t wait.

The smile on my face is quickly wiped off because, as I walk past the back door, it opens, catching my attention.

I don’t have time to react, everything happening so fast. My eyes widen in terror as a man steps inside. I’m about to scream when he grabs me, yanking me to his body and covering my mouth with his hand.

“Can’t have that,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ve worked too damn fucking hard to get you for it to go up in flames now.”

He lifts me off the ground, his hand still over my mouth as he drags me outside.

Something is shoved in my mouth, gagging me. Still, I try to scream, but it comes out muffled.

I start to kick and punch at the guy, but a second one grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, slapping on handcuffs. Then the first guy throws me over his shoulder and takes off into the treeline.

I do my best to fight, not making it easy for him. I scream and thrash my body around until he drops me with a grunt. I scramble to my feet and try to run back to the house, but I’m snatched up again before I even get the chance.

I sob against my gag, every bad outcome flashing in the forefront of my mind.

My baby. What about my baby? I pray they don’t hurt me. I don’t think I could handle losing my baby.

“Get her in!” someone shouts. “Before they notice she’s gone.”

They’re dead. So fucking dead. The moment the guys know I’m gone, they’re going to send a whole fucking army of men to Rafe’s doorstep.

“Be careful!” the guy who isn’t holding me barks as I’m thrown into the back of a van. “Rafe said not to hurt her. He’ll have our fucking heads if we bring her to him harmed.”

He doesn't want me harmed? Why? Why would he care about me? To him, I’m just his enemy’s property. A tool to use to get what he wants.

The back of the van closes, and I groan in pain from where I was tossed onto my side, my arms still pinned behind me.

Using all my strength, I roll over and get to my knees, then to my feet as my kidnappers get into the front of the van.

With a war cry, I launch myself at them.

“Fucking hell!” one shouts. “She’s crazy!”

“Restrain her!” the other one shouts.