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Crying only gets you more bruises.
“Okay, put the bitch back in her box,” Angelo calls out to someone, and without another word, or a look in my direction, walks out. Someone roughly grabs me from behind, pulling me to my feet, my bruised and battered body aching.
It’s the guy who had taken off his shirt, revealing his scarred chest, and roughly shoved me back toward the basement where I’d been staying for what felt like forever. He pushes me toward the dank room—the cage Angelo locked me in after kidnapping me—beckoning me forward. Even if it was small, and nowhere near enough room to stretch out, I felt safe in there. At least from the beatings Angelo had doled out these last however long I was kept here.
Bent like a pretzel inside the cage, every limb aches, but as the goon closes and locks the door with a clang, I shield my nudity from his lascivious gaze. The food bowl set out is empty, but at least there’s water in the other one. I pick it up and drink thirstily, spilling some on myself in my haste. He’s been treating me like a dog the entire time, locking me up in this cage, and putting out food and water bowls.
Asshole.
I move my body slightly, trying to get comfortable. I’d been sleeping in this thing, and I’ve made do for the last few days.But I’m aching, and I know I probably need to see a doctor, otherwise the baby still inside me is going to cause an infection and I’m going to die. Maybe it’s for the best, anyway. I don’t see any way of getting out of here anytime soon.
It’s going to be another week of hell on earth here. So, if I die, it’ll only hasten my relief. And that’s all I want. Right?
But then thoughts of my beautiful daughter invade my mind, and fresh tears appear. For the first few days, I fought to get back to her, but now I can see I will never be free. Unless Angelo dies. Maybe then.
With each blow from his fists and every kick, I felt my will to live slowly fading away. So many times, I’ve wanted to tell him if he wants my mother’s money so much, I’ll sign it all over to him immediately.
But then I think of Willow, that money should be hers, not mine, and certainly not his. So I’ve endured everything he’s thrown at me, and I’ll keep enduring as long as Willow lives and breathes freely. I send a prayer to whoever may be listening to look out for my baby, and finally let the tears fall.
I had hoped that Angelo had a modicum of humanity still left inside him, but I was only fooling myself it seems. For the next few days, my health had taken a turn for the worse. How could it not after my miscarriage? I felt like shit, and I just wanted to die. I think that’s what the bastard was hoping for.
That I’d just drop dead.
But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Not yet anyway.
I’d even started hallucinating, seeing Willow and Ky telling me to keep fighting.
I refused to give up; my resolve to keep living burned fiercely within me. To make sure my little girl was well taken care of, at least.
Angelo had sent one of his goons to feed me this morning, the same slop I had been given since I’d been here. I’d eaten it, because I was starving, and I needed to keep my strength up. The feeling of the infection taking hold inside me was a chilling realization that my time was running out.
I’ve lost all sense of time down here, but I’m pretty sure today is the day that Ky will be facing off against a fighter of Angelo’s choosing.
A fight to the death.
Something Angelo had not told Ky or any of the other men of the Devil’s Carnage MC. If I had a way of warning him, I would’ve already done it. But I don’t, so I have to wait until they actually meet.
Just when I thought I would be left down here to my own devices, while things played out wherever the fight was going to be held; the door swung open, and one of Angelo’s men walks slowly down the steps. Another following close behind. I wonder why they’re here, because I rarely see anyone after I’m brought breakfast.
When they take in my appearance, both curl up their lips in disgust.
“Boss wants you at the warehouse where the fight will be held tonight,” goon number one says.
“God, she’s rank,” goon number two complains to his buddy.
Even though I was feeling weak, I was able to muster a self-satisfied smile. Good. This is not going to be fun for tweedled dee and tweedled dum.
What is Angelo playing at? Why does he want me there tonight? Unless he’s confident, his man will win, and he’ll most probably kill me there in front of Ky and his brothers.
That’s the only reason I can think of for him not to call a doctor for me.
I didn’t speak a word while they worked to get me together with the cage upstairs. I’ve made peace with what’s going to go down tonight, I just hope Ky and his brothers can get out of here safely back to Briar Creek, and Willow.
My heart hurt when I thought of my daughter and Ky, but that they were going to be together again soon, soothed my soul somewhat. I was in and out of consciousness the whole way to the warehouse. And by the time we reach the destination, I was halfway to being delirious. My thoughts were a mashup between Willow and Ky, and the way he found out that Willow was his, if I had any remaining strength in my body, I would kill Angelo myself.
Angelo’s men laid the cage I was in on the floor, a few feet away from the ring. People were already filing in and looking at me as if I were the main attraction at the circus.