Chapter 13

Raven

" H ello!" My throbbing fist pounds against the door. My voice is hoarse from shouting for what has to be hours now. "Fuck!" It comes out as a choked sob. Leaning back against the door I close my eyes and take some deep breaths.

I woke up in this room with a pounding headache. If whatever they gave me to knock me out hurts my baby, I will fucking kill that man.

Hell, I'm going to kill him anyway. Because, it's got to be him, even if the world thinks he's dead. Who else would want me alive? Who else would lock me up in a room that's fit for a fucking princess.

There could be worse places to be held captive, but that doesn't mean I fucking want to be here.

Pushing off the door, I move to the center of the elegant room. When I say this room is meant for a princess, I'm not joking.

There's a Victorian style four-poster bed with luxurious bedding pressed against the far left wall. On the other side is a TV mounted to the wall. It doesn't work, I've tried.

At least the bookshelves lining the wall in front of me have some decent options. A little outdated for my liking, but who am I to complain, at least I'm not fucking chained to the bed.

The doors are locked, and there are bars on the windows, but hey, at least I have my own bathroom, and there's even a mini fridge.

Whoever set this up, made it with the intention of keeping me here for a long time. How might I get that idea? Because there's a fucking whole ass nursery set up on the right side of the room. Yup, fucking crib, changing table stacked with diapers, and a dresser filled with baby clothes.

"There's no way in hell I'm having you here, Baby Bird," I murmur to my belly, rubbing at the swelling bump.

She gives me a little kick, and I can't help but make a sound of relief. It's the first time she has moved since I've woken up. I was really afraid that whatever happened while I was unconscious hurt her. I'm still fearful of any long-term side effects that might pop up later in life. God, I fucking hate that monster.

What the fuck does he want with me anyway? Can't tell me that he missed me and wants to be a family. Because that fucker never gave a shit about family.

Does he want to use me against Black Venom Crew? Barter me, make me his pawn?

Or does he want to sell me to the next highest bidder now that the last one is six feet under?

Doesn't matter because none of that is going to happen. My guys will find me, kill that fucker, and everything will be over for good.

Keep telling yourself that Raven, and let's forget the fact that he actually ended up taking you. Despite almost two years worth of you doing everything possible to avoid this shit.

I feel stupid for believing he was dead. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm gonna take a good guess and say that he faked his own death to lure us out of hiding. Or at the very least have us lower our guard.

"Oh, sweet baby girl." Tears sting my eyes. I'm trying to hold it together, I really fucking am because I've already gone through so much in my life, having to deal with so much loss and pain. I want to tell myself to suck it up, that we need to be strong.

But how can I do that when I'm locked up and don't know if I'll ever get out?

That's a lie, Link and the guys will never stop looking for me and will die before they give up. The only thing is, when will that be? They couldn't even find where my father has been hiding this whole time.

What house am I at? Is it even in the US or did he steal me away to another country, hell, maybe even a private island?

Will it be after I've had her? How old will she be before they walk through that door and hold her?

"Stop," I groan, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Stop thinking of all the bad things. I have to be strong. So, I'll allow myself to fall apart just one time, and then I need to hold it the fuck together. For me. For you, Baby Bird. For your daddies and for your big brother."

Andrew. God, I hope he's okay. He was with Hunter when all of this went down. I know he would die protecting our son, but I can't help wondering if he's okay. If both of them are okay.

"Travis," I sob, thinking of him knocked out on the ground. Or was he dead?

I fall onto my side and curl up into as much of a ball as my belly will allow and cry. Deep heavy sobs wrack my body as a feeling of defeat hits me.

I must have cried myself asleep because the next time my eyes flutter open, it's to the sound of a door being opened.

"Wait!" I try to sit up quickly, but all the blood rushes to my head, and a wave of dizziness has me steadying myself in a seated position.

By the time I'm able to think, to move, the door is already closed and locked.

Quickly, I waddle my ass across the room and start pounding on the door. "Come back here, you fucking asshole, and tell me where I am. Better yet, let me fucking go!"

It was pointless, and I really needed to stop hitting the damn door or I'm going to break my hand.

"Fucking fuck!" I kick the door and turn around to see that whoever that was left a full fucking feast of food on the desk.

The smell hits my nose, and I groan. Walking over, I pull back the tray cover to see a full steak dinner.

"Why am I not surprised?" I huff out a laugh. They haven't really treated me like a regular prisoner, so why start with the food?

For a moment, I wonder if it's poisoned but then again, if he wanted to hurt me he would have by now.

Looking down at my belly, I sigh. If I wasn't pregnant, I'd starve myself in sheer protest, even though it hardly works in the movies. But I won't put my baby at risk.

Cutting a piece, I take a tentative bite. It tastes normal. Hell, it tastes fucking amazing. I moan as I chew, the meat falling apart in my mouth.

Before long, the whole plate is gone. Steak, potatoes, and even the fresh salad on the side.

After I'm done, I explore the room and find that it's not only packed with everything a baby would need but everything I would need too. It's fucking creepy that a lot of this seems to be in my size.

Grabbing a comfy looking baggy top and a pair of clean underwear, right from the pack, I head into the bathroom.

It's big, huge. Fitted with a shower and a separate massive tub. I run myself a warm bath.

When I'm done, I change and grab a book off the shelf before pulling the covers back and getting into the soft bed.

Looking out the window, I see that it's dark now; the day is over. I'm not going to be able to sleep without any help, so I do my best to get lost in the book until my eyes feel heavy and I start to drift off to sleep.

They can't keep me here forever. Someone has to make themselves known, right?

That night I dream of my guys, holding me in our bed as we talk and laugh. I don't think about the hell they're going through, the pure panic and rage they're filled with because I'm not in their sight.

One thing I know for sure, whatever the end game is, it's going to be a bloodbath.