19. Chapter Thirteen

Doxy

Trevante stands there, staring at me with a pain filled look in his eyes and it triggers my anger to flare to new heights. Who the fuck do they think they are to stand there and judge me or demand answers about what I have lived through!

"Dead." I answer in a tone void of all emotion, they will never understand the scars that mar my insides after the loss I suffered. There is no coming back from that and I will fucking destroy each of those bastards that had a hand in taking my innocent child from me.

"What happened?" Xan asks. I scoff as I face him.

"What? You want to know the story about how I had so many men ravish my body like they had the fucking right, only for one of them to get me pregnant and kill my baby?" His eyes darken and his nostrils flare as he locks his jaw.

"Yes. We want to know everything," he answers.

I laugh but there is no humor to it. "Buckle up, boys, this is going to fuck you up and make you squeamish," I announce. I close my eyes and force my emotions to remain locked in the cage I have kept them in all these years. I've never had a single soul to tell or confide in about what happened to my sweet little boy.

I feel the pain radiating all over my body and grind my teeth to keep from crying out as I cover my swollen belly—internally I'm screaming for them to stop and take out their anger on me and not blame my child. They say that they will never allow me to sully their DNA by creating a child with me. I'm nothing but white trash, American scum, they are Irish royalty and I'm beneath them. That all may be true but my baby is none of those things.

I'm terrified to give birth here and I have spent months worrying about what will happen once I do give birth. I made sure to keep Master happy and not anger him or risk facing his wrath since learning I was pregnant. None of these fools realized I was with child but I did when I missed my period. I hate each of these disgusting pieces of shit but this baby is a gift and I will not allow whoever its father is to tarnish my baby.

"That cunt will die, I'll never allow you to give birth to my heir," Fin spits out as he stomps on my ankle. I scream out when I feel the bone break but I refuse to move from my fetal position knowing that the second I do, they will hurt my belly.

"Fuck, we need to move. We have another shipment of bitches to bring in," Donald says.

"We'll be back, you fucking bitch, and when we do, that mutt will die," Nolan sneers. I remain silent as they leave and don't breathe until I hear the lock click.

"Argh," I whimper when I stretch out, pain radiating through my body but I compartmentalize it. I've gotten so good at that since being here. I run my hands over my belly in worry, I push and prod trying to rouse the baby to move. Normally it takes a few minutes for bub to reboot after I take a beating, then the baby goes back to kick boxing inside me.

Hope of my baby being okay flees when I feel wetness between my thighs, I grit my teeth and ignore the pain in my ankle as I open my thighs.

"No," I whimper when I see blood, frantically beginning to push on my stomach. "Come on, please, please, please. God, please don't do this," I beg. "You're okay, Momma is here and you're going to be okay. Fuck, please be okay!" Tears trek down my cheeks and I don't care. I know there are cameras in here and Master will be able to see me being weak but fuck him, because I know where the blind spots are now and use them to my advantage.

I cry out when a stabbing pain makes itself known in my lower back. I arch forward trying to alleviate the pain but it does nothing. I breathe through it as best I can but when the next wave of pain shoots down my spine, another stabbing pain hits me in the gut, tearing a scream from me. Sweat begins to coat my skin and I know what's happening but I refuse to admit to myself that those cunts caused me to miscarry and now I am being forced into preterm labor.

"Please… not my baby," I grit out through clenched teeth as I push myself back to lean against the cold concrete wall. The pain in my ankle is nothing compared to the pain ricocheting through my battered body.

The agony is never ending, I'm so tired and exhausted. I'm only aware that a significant amount of time has passed because I can hear the sound of footfalls above me indicating that they are back and will no doubt come down here to let off steam. When another pain in my back hits me, I bite down on my lip to keep quiet but this one is different, I feel pressure and the urge to push overtakes me. I grunt as I bear down and push with all my strength. I do this four times before I cry out in panic when I see a head between my legs. Another contraction hits and I push with everything I have, reaching down and grabbing my baby gently before they hit the ground.

I shakily turn their little face to me and cry out, it's a boy!

He's so tiny, too tiny to be born.

My heart fractures inside my chest as I rub my fingers over his chest and try to blow into his mouth, praying to anyone who will listen to save my beautiful baby.

"Come on, mommy's here, come on, baby, breathe," I beg of my son as I press two fingers against his chest and blow into his mouth trying to revive him. His tiny body is limp in my arms but I don't stop until I feel another burst of pain but this one isn't as bad as the others. I push and stare in horror when the placenta expels itself from inside me. More time passes and I finally face the fact that my sweet sleeping boy was too good for this world, God clearly needed more angels and he took the best one from me.

I hold my little boy close to my chest and place a kiss on his tiny head. Tears flow freely down my cheeks.Tthere is a lump so large in my throat but I know if I allow the sounds I'm fighting to keep inside me out, they won't stop.

"Take momma with you, I don't want to be here without you," I whisper. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall, smacking it against the wall a couple times as I bite down on my lip to quieten my cries. "Take me, please, don't leave me here without my baby," I beg, plead, fuck, I even pray to the fucking Devil to drag me to hell if it means I don't have to live in a world where my son doesn't exist.

My blood turns to ice when I hear the lock on the door click. When the door swings out to reveal Master, Nolan, Fin and Donald, I keep my son clutched against my chest as I use the wall and my good foot to help push me to stand. The pain in my ankle is nothing compared to the pain in my heart. I run my gaze over each of them when disgust, hatred, and the need for their blood to coat my hands overcomes me. All four of their gazes are trained on the small innocent child in my arms. I snarl. They have no fucking right to look upon my son.

"I'm going to kill the four of you last, the others are pathetic and will die quickly but you four, I will drag it out. The only other to join you sorry sacks of shit will be Ron. I'll kill each of your children and end your family line. You will feel the pain I feel, I swear it."

The four of them exchange a look before laughing at me like my threat means nothing. I swear to Christ almighty that I will kill them all before I leave this fucking wretched world!

"Take the mutt and chain her up, she will be taught a lesson," Master snaps. I tighten my hold on my son as Nolan, Fin and Donald come toward me.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" I scream. When they are within reach, Donald cocks his arm back and punches me in the face. I fall to the side dazed and seeing spots. Before I can register what is happening, Fin kicks my son out of my arms. I scream out and try to crawl to my baby but Nolan holds me back by my hair as I watch in horror as Donald picks my son by his foot, smirks at me, then swings my baby's tiny body against the wall. I scream so loud. They all stand there laughing as I watch them hit him against the wall again and again until his body is practically mutilated. I remain on my knees numb and fucking empty unable to do anything aside from watch them defile my son. The worst is when they finish and toss his body on the small wooden table in the center of the room. Master steps forward and turns his head to face me as he pulls his gun from his waistband.

I sway back and forth, exhausted and just fucking defeated. I wish he would turn that gun on me and end all of this.

"You will be punished for this act of defiance, Doxy," Master growls.

"Kill me, please just fucking kill me," I plead. Laughter sounds out around the room but it cuts off when he pulls the trigger and I watch my little boy's body jolt from the impact of the bullet.