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I was stuck, kidnapped, in the back of my man's own car. We were no longer in New York. We had just passed D.C., and I was scared out of my mind. I kept my cries silent so I didn't die, but I contemplated whether I even wanted to stay alive to see what he was going to do to me.

He didn't have me tied up and gagged up or anything. He drove the car bobbing his head to what I can only guess was Irish music. I tried to tell him to let me go when we made a stop, but all he said was if I screamed for help, he'd blow the random pregnant woman's head who was walking to Target.

She happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and I held her and her baby's life in my hands.

I couldn't do it. I stayed silent and tried to look as if I was sleeping and hoped that Dimitri could find me somehow.

I figured out that we were going to Boston because I heard him on the phone and that we went to D.C. for absolutely no reason, and now we're on our way to Boston, Massachusetts.

I don't know what I did to these Irish people; I've never even met an Irish person. I don't know why they want me so much.

"You should get some sleep." He said, but I ignored him, looking out the window.

He chuckled. "Don't worry; Ronan will take care of you."

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

He gave me a devious smile. "You'll be in Irish territory in two and a half hours. My boss is going to like you."

"No." I immediately said. "No, I don't want your stupid boss. I have a man."

"It's either you conform to Ronan's desires or die. You're the German mafia's weakness. Dimitri leaving will have damaging effects on our money."

"You will still be rich!" I exclaimed. "Everyone in that wannabe board meeting will still be multi-million and billionaires. I don't understand why you're so mad over a couple of million–"

"Billion." He corrected me. "And every single penny counts. We're a greedy bunch, sweetheart, and we won't lose that much money because of a woman Dimitri could find in the streets."

"Fuck you!" I spat, angry as fuck as he continued to mock and laugh at me.

"He'll come get me," I whispered to myself. "He has to."

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"Get up," the man yanked me up and out of the car. I tried to pull out of his grip, but I paused when I saw other men carrying the bodies of the bodyguards and Dimitri's original driver.

"What did you do to them!"

He looked at me with a nonchalant smile. "Look at them, princess. They're dead. What does that mean?" He asked, acting too smart for my liking. "That I killed them. Move." He pushed me forward, opening the door and dragging me inside.

There were a bunch of men drinking, speaking Irish, and laughing. Some of them even stared at me and licked their lips shamelessly.

"If Ronan doesn't want her, we can share her." The man who kidnapped me said.

Another man chuckled. "Be honest, eh, Jack? You already fucked her."

The man, who I now know as Jack, laughed. "It was tempting, trust me, but I wouldn't spoil Ronan's future wife."

"I am not his wife." I spat, glaring boldly at all of them.

They all laughed.

"Hopefully, Ronan's not interested. We can all squeeze a child out of her. Maybe get an heir."

My eyes widened. "You all are animals. I would never sleep with the likes of you."

I yelped as Jack slapped me, stumbling back a bit. "She has a mouth on her that we need to fix. Excuse me, boys," he dragged me down the hall, letting every single man cat-call and feel me up. Every time I'd move or say something, he'd slap me.

Eventually, he dragged me to the master bedroom, knocking on the door and speaking Irish. A deeper voice called out in Irish, and Jack opened the door and pushed me forward. "This was Dimitri's girl," Jack called out into the dark.

Heavy footsteps echoed; it felt like I was in a horror movie. The man, who I can only guess, is Ronan, the boss.

He was definitely tall, with green eyes that were more vibrant, reddish brown hair, and a menacing aura. This man had a psychotic smell to him; his eyes were scary. It gave me chills like he was dangerous in a different way compared to the other mafia men–or maybe...they were all like this.

"I told you to kill her." He said, glaring at Jack.

"Yes sir," Jack shivered like a bitch. "But, I wanted to show you to her. She could be eligible to produce heirs."

Ronan grabbed my chin and tilted upwards. "Hm," I yanked my chin away from him, spitting on him.

Jack made his way to slap me, but Ronan stopped him, smiling like a maniac. "I like her," he chuckled, but he wasn't happy. He wiped my spit off with my hair, smelling it. "She smells good. We can pass her around; she looks young enough to produce a child for everyone."

I laughed. "Fuck you; I'm not having your fuck ass kid."

Ronan smirked, grabbing my neck and slamming me against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs as pain spread against my back. "Jack, how old is this girl?"

"I don't know, sir."

"I'm sixty-nine years old, going through menopause. You can't breed me–ah!"

Ronan smacked me harder than Jack did those many times. "How old are you?"

"Sixty-fucking-nine." He smacked me again, drawing blood from my mouth.

"How old are you?"

I gave him a bloodied smile. "Older than your fucking mother."

He smacked me two times this time, making my nose bleed. "How fucking old are you?!" He yelled, smacking me over and over again until I was sobbing on the floor. He heaved, running his hands through his hair. "How old are you?"

"Die bitch," I said, spitting out blood in the process.

His brow twitched, and I smiled. "Dimitri's girl needs some breaking down." He said, looking at Jack, and Jack, like the bitch he is, nodded. "I'm only going to ask one more time. How old are you?"

"Eat ass–" His heavy boot slammed into my face, making me fall onto the floor with a bleeding nose and mouth. My vision was spotted with black dots and the room spun.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't; I was tired and sobbing, and my bottom tooth was shaky.

"How old are you?" He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me.

"Twenty-one!" I screeched out in pain. "I'm twenty-one." I cried.

He smiled, crazed and psychopathic, patting my head. "That wasn't so hard," he stood up. "Tóg í. Tarraing a cuid fola agus déan cinnte nach bhfuil sí ag glacadh aon rud chun toircheas a chosc. Cuirfimid tús le hoidhre ​​nuair a chinnteoimid go bhfuil sí saor ó STI." (Take her. Draw her blood and make sure she's not taking anything to prevent pregnancy. We'll begin the start for an heir when we make sure she's STI-free.)

"Cad faoi Dimitri, a dhuine uasail?" Jack asked. (What about Dimitri, sir?)

Ronan smirked. "Hopefully, he'll get over it. He's not leaving the mafia anytime soon."

Jack nodded, grabbing my two legs and dragging me down to wherever he was supposed to take me. My vision was fading in and out, though I fought to stay awake.

I don't remember how, but I was suddenly in a black room; Jack handcuffed my arms so my upper body was lifted. A doctor came in after about thirty minutes, and Jack restrained me while the doctor took my blood and checked my vagina. Then he began to clean and wipe my face.

I felt so violated. I began to wonder if my love for a man was worth the torture. But before I could even contemplate a single thing, they injected me, and I fell unconscious. 

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