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Huffing, I lean back in the seat, folding my arms across my chest. What a fucking shit show. Not only might Gail be telling the truth, but it seems I’m about to lose my… “Soren, come on!” My words are harsher than I intend, but fuck. I can’t stomach the thought of us not being on the same page about this.
Without a word, he turns the high beam on so we can see some of the gravestones. “My fucking twin is in there,” he says, his voice filled with gravel. “I couldn’t save him. But if this baby is ours, I’ll choose it no matter what anyone else says.”
As the silence stretches, I watch him—a study in contrasts. This giant of a man, all muscle and ink, looking so conflicted, like he’s having to make his very own Sophie’s choice. The shadows dancing in his eyes mirror my own, and I know that if I push him, I’ll lose him. That’s not fucking happening.
“Okay,” I finally say, licking my lips. “We’ll get a paternity test, and then… fuck. Look, if one of us is the father, I’ll agree she’s family.”
Gail
Iwake with a start, the sunlight streaming through the blinds cutting through the dark room like a knife. Blinking away sleep, I groggily rub at my eyes, trying to remember where the hell I am. The events of the past—I mentally count the days—six days come crashing down on me like an avalanche.
Being kidnapped by two insanely hot, fucked-up hockey players, and now… I rub my belly, which has only swelled in my imagination—it’s still flat as ever, making it impossible for anyone to see Fet growing inside of me.
As if summoned by the thought of the life I carry, pangs of hunger hit me so hard I feel dizzy. The hunger strike I’ve been on for the past few days only makes my stomach churn in protest. I whimper, curling myself into a ball, trying to soothe my aching belly. I know I need to eat for both of us, but the thought of putting anything in my mouth given to me by Mickey or Soren makes me want to retch.
They can’t be trusted.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, startling me out of my thoughts. The guys stalk inside, their expressions etched with concern, and I feel my heart leap into my throat. What now?
“Get up, Gail,” Mickey barks, his voice low and authoritative. He jerks his head toward the bathroom. “Shower. Get dressed. We have an appointment you need to be at.”
“What appointment?” I ask, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.
Soren rolls his eyes like I’m unreasonable for asking. “We need to confirm the pregnancy.”
Slowly, I slide out of the bed, my muscles aching from the days of barely doing anything but lying on the bed. “Fine,” I say icily, lifting my chin for good measure, an attempt at exuding confidence I don’t feel. Since I still don’t have any clothes to wear, I’m greeted by the cold air of the room, and goosebumps immediately break out on my skin and my nipples pebble.
I don’t miss the way both pairs of eyes trail over my naked body, making my stomach twist into a hard knot as their angry faces flash across my mind. The memory of what they did to me when I last showered with them around churns inside me like a storm. Disgust coils around guilt, strangling any remnants of self-respect I’d been clinging to.
Without sparing them as much as a glance, I stride into the bathroom, immediately turning on the shower. Since I still don’t have my pregnancy products, I don’t use any soaps, just the warm water to rinse myself off. I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade around me, trying to ignore the bile rising in my throat.
Closing my eyes doesn’t help, I can still hear them, still feel them—feel their… cum. It’s like a stain on my skin. No amount of scrubbing can wash away the sensation of their jizz on my face and body. I shudder, the self-loathing so intense it’s almost suffocating.
Once I’m done, I dry myself and brush my teeth with the toothbrush Soren gave me the first night. As I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize the hollow-eyed, pale imitation of myself staring back at me. I look haunted, like a ghost of my former self.
Shaking my head, I leave the bathroom and walk back into the bedroom, where they’re waiting for me. At least they allowed me to shower in peace.
“Want me to go to the doctor’s in nothing but my birthday suit?” I quip when I don’t see anything for me to wear.
Soren rolls his eyes, but Mickey actually smiles. Of course, he wipes the evidence of his amusement away as quickly as it arrived, then he scowls like his reaction pisses him off. Tough shit, jerk.
“As entertaining as that would be, you could also wear the clothes in the bag,” Soren deadpans as he holds out a paper bag I didn’t notice him holding until now.
Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, deliciously soft yoga pants, and a pair of black sneakers with black and white laces, perfectly matching my dual colored hair. My damp hair is gathered in a messy bun at the base of my neck, and since I don’t have my wig, the locks are on display.
The bra I’m wearing is so comfortable I barely notice it. Seriously, whoever bought the clothes should get a gold star for guessing my cup size correctly. Most of my own bras are no good anymore, too small for my preggo tits, but this one fits like a dream.
“Thank you.” When my gratitude is met with impassive expressions, I just scoff and walk over to the door Soren’s holding open, gesturing for me to walk through and follow them.
Downstairs, he practically forces an egg and bacon sandwich into my hands with a grumbled, “You need to fucking eat something.” Although I want to flip him off and tell him where to shove the sandwich, I’m too hungry and wolf it down in record time.
“Time to go,” Mickey growls, jerking his head toward the front door.
“I need my things,” I counter, remembering the jackass has my phone, which I need to show the pictures and videos to the doctor. “There are some things the doctor needs to see.”
The guys exchange a look that makes it abundantly clear they don’t trust me, which is fine since I don’t trust them either. Fucking kidnapping me, locking me up, and then taking me to the doctor like I’m a leashed pet they can drag around. Bastards!
“You can have your phone when we’re there,” Soren says.
