Ava POV

Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours or maybe days I was unsure when I heard the door open. The man I hadn’t recognized in my dazed state came down the stars. His scent was familiar, and I couldn’t figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah!

He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle, stabbing it into my thigh, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply walks back toward the stairs.

My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open. 

“Micah!” I tried to call, but my voice was barely a murmur, yet it was enough to make him freeze on the bottom step, and his entire body tensed as he gripped the handrail. He turned slowly, and his eyes roamed over me, and I knew without a doubt it was him. 

Something shriveled inside me and died as it dawned on me that he raped the mother of his child.

“When they kill you, I hope it’s slow,” I growl at him.

He growls and stalks toward me, “They will never know, and you won’t be alive to tell them,” he sneers, gripping the back of my hair. I glare at him. 

“No woman forgets the face of the man that fathered her child, just like they never forget the face of their rapist,” I sneer at him, and he shoves me back. My head bangs on the pipe, and he rips his hat off, clutches his hair, and screams in frustration. 

“Fuck!” he curses, kicking a wooden chair.

“I had no fucking choice. Do you think I could just stand there and watch? They would have fucking killed me!”

“You deserve far worse for what you did, and I can’t wait for Marcus to give it to you,” I spit at him through clenched teeth. 

They drugged her,” he says, shaking his head. I don’t know if he was

she was accustomed to through her daughter. My head spun throbbed where I bumped it, and Micah scratches his chin when he snarls. Wandering around the basement, looking

sneers, tapping the timber on the palm of his hand, my eyes open frantically as he stalks toward me, and I yank on the

planning on killing you anyway,” he says slowly, trying to convince himself this would work. He lifts the piece of timber, and I gasp when he swings it, clenching my eyes shut, only I hear a crash instead. My eyes open, and I sag against the

of his shirt. Micah was on his back, hands up in surrender. Carter snarls at him

picks up the knocked-over wooden chair, sits the chair back upright,

murmured. My lip quivered, and Carter’s head lifted, and his eyes went

got her,” he says, staring off blankly at the concrete wall behind me. He mutters, but my ears

Zoe is alright. Micah sits up and tries to get to his

him, and his lips press in a line when the two thugs come down the stairs from before. My muscles start to go numb, and

Carter snaps at them, and they

Carter says,

says. “I said no one touches

crawled up

temples before running his fingers through his thick,

at each other before looking at me. Micah also appeared confused as he glanced between the three men when Carter’s phone rang. He looks at the screen, and a

before looking at his men before his eyes fall on Micah briefly. He nods to his men, who

what’s the meaning of this? Carter, we had a deal,”

out what to do next,” Carter says, and Micah

the bitch and kid,” the blonde-haired

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