Chapter 191


    Sophie’s pov


    My heart jams in my chest as the masked men reach the limousine.


    I protected Ashton by covering his little body as the ss shatters after one of the men mmed his


    elbow directly into the window.


    Everyone screamed and Ashton’s sharp cry pierces through the air.


    Being roughly taken while trying to protect my son and everyone else was challenging.


    “Let her go you fucker!” M yelled as she throws her fists at the man who held me. Anotheres to


    help and soon everyone’s attempts to get me away from the mask men went fruitless.


    Thest thing I saw was ck as they quickly threw something over my head, cutting off my vision.


    I screamed as they pulled me away and cried when I felt something like a needle pierce through my


    arm.


    Seconds. It only took seconds to feel numb and lose the fight in me. It only took seconds to go into the


    darkness of my head. Seconds to feel hopeless and scared.


    I winced when I came back to consciousness. There’s a bit of pain in my temples, an ufortable


    pressure.


    I groan.


    Peeling my eyes open and I’m greeted with the same darkness.


    Fear reared its ugly head back in my body and I whimpered when I felt rope biting into my wrists.


    My arms are pulled back, around a chair, and my ankles….I shifted them, well tried to. They were both


    tied too.


    Suddenly someone harshly pulls the bag off my head. I winced, squinting as I try to adjust my vision.


    “Rise and shine sleepy head!”


    I winced as my ears rang from the loud tone he used. I squinted, lifting my head.


    I still saw a bit blurry but I could make out the figure and face of the person who captured me.


    Christopher.


    I spotted the satisfied smirk on his face the second the slight blurriness left my vision.


    My heart drops in the pit of my stomach. I had an inkling it was their sick family, I just hoped that


    perhaps I would be wrong.


    “What the hell are you up to Christopher?” I sneered, ring at him.


    I flinched away when he roughly grips the chair handle and leans forward. “I’m upset you didn’t send


    me an invite to your wedding Sophie.”


    Aiden and I’s wedding ceremony was tight-lipped and was supposed to be private. No one, not even


    the media knew about it. The Muralos may have been keeping an eye out on us more than we thought.


    “After all what we shared too? This just broke my heart.” He chuckled and blew me a kiss.


    Feeling disgusted by the sight of him and his words, I scowled. “Aiden’s going to kill you this time. The


    cops are probably on their way.”


    Christopher rolled his eyes and pushes away from me. “You and Aiden had a field day two months ago


    huh? Spoiled our name, tried to put the me on us for Sergio’s death-


    “There’s evidence that it was your crazy sister-


    I gasped when he pped me harshly across my face. I could taste the coppery tang of my blood when


    I swiped the tip of my tongue across my split lip.


    “Don’t call my sister crazy. She’s more of a woman than you’ll ever be.” He said icily.


    I red at the dirty floors. He brought me to an old unfinished building. That much I could tell by the


    unpainted walls and concrete floors. The ce had an odd stench of piss too.


    I brought my gaze back to his, and red at him in hatred.” You holding me here just proves how senile


    she is. In fact, all of you are a bunch of crazy nasty assholes.”


    His re intensified.


    “And of course you’d think she’s more woman than I am, aren’t you fucking her, you sick fuck? You’re


    sleeping with your own sister-”


    Another furious p echoed.


    My eyes sting but my cheeks stung even more. I let out a painful gasp.


    “Aiden should’ve put a nuzzle on your mouth.” He sneered.


    I red at him, seething. “Why do you have me here Christopher? What are you and your sister


    nning to do?”


    The fury in his eyes dissipates and is reced with an evil sinister look. “The bride is curious.” He


    snorted and then walks around me. I stiffened when he is behind me, breathing down my neck.


    He makes the little hairs on my neck stand on end and makes a sharp shiver of fear crawl down my


    spine.


    His cold fingers skim my wrists. “I bet you want to get free of this.” His fingers wrap around my wrists,


    directly on the rope. He squeezes brutally.


    I let out a groan. If he applies more pressure I fear he’ll snap my wrists.


    “Stop,” I whimpered.


    “What? Not so tough now you whore?” He hisses beside my ear.


    I press my lips tightly, my heart racing in my chest.


    He lets my wrists go and walks back around me to now stand in front of me. He smirks down at me.


    “You want to know why you are here Sophie?” He chuckles.


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    I don’t reply and he chuckles even more. I tore my eyes away from his, my mind racing. I need to get


    out of here. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to.


    Those masked men might still be here, surrounding this old unfinished building.


    Christopher crouches and unties the rope around my ankles while he answers my silent question. “If


    you try to escape there are


    twenty men waiting for you outside. Once they see you out, they’ll shoot. You won’te out of here


    alive if you try anything funny.”


    His words had my feet frozen as he moves the ropes off. He straightens and walks back around me.


    “We also have your son in another room. Anything funny, and he’s dead.” He whispers behind my


    head, chilling me to the bone.


    Ashton.


    Tears welled in my eyes. “What do you want from us? Please let my son go.” I cracked hoarsely.


    Christopher loosens the ropes around my wrists. If he had done it before he told me about Ash, I may


    have fought him to be free. But now that he confessed they had Ashton, I had to be cautious.


    He forces me onto my feet. My legs felt jello.


    “Walk.” He grunted and pushed me forward. With his hand brutally wrapped around my forearm and


    guiding me toward another room, all I could feel was fear.


    He pushes me in and my shoulder ms against the concrete wall. I grunt.


    The room is a lot smaller than the one I had been in.


    Christopher digs into his pocket and pulls out something tiny and white. I could feel the blood drain


    from my face when I realized what was in his grasp.


    “You’re going to take this.” He sends it to me and it falls on the floor.


    “Why?” I whispered as I looked down at the pregnancy test.


    Christopher tilts his head and smirks. “Pee on the stick Sophie.”


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