When I woke up, I was already on the operating table.
I felt the scalpel slice through my skin, cold sweat streaming down my face.
I clenched my fists as agonized screams ripped out of my throat.
To make sure the baby wasn’t affected–to make sure Marina got that perfect little heart she wanted–Logan even wouldn’t let them give me any fucking anesthesia.
My numb heart started aching again, worse than the tearing pain in my body.
When Gavin saw I was awake, he looked at me with this broken expression–his eyes were full of pity.
I actually started laughing.
Some medic I’d known for ten months cared more about my pain than the man I’d spent ten years with.
By the time I heard three babies crying, I’d already given up. Then everything went black again.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up, the babies were nowhere to be found.
No time to feel guilty about not protecting them–I dragged my torn–up body out of that hospital bed.
Something inside me was screaming to find those kids.
Blood dripped behind me, leaving a trail down the hallway.
The pain between my legs was so bad I could barely stand.
Right before I collapsed, I finally found them in the NICU.
I stood at the window, and my blood turned to ice.
Why were there only two babies?
They were hooked up to machines–tubes everywhere, blood flowing through the lines.
One side connected to Marina, the other to her baby.
Both kids were pale as death, their cries so weak I could barely hear them.
My chest felt like it was being ripped apart. I burst into the room and started yanking out every tube I could find.
My fingers were shaking like crazy–scared shitless I’d hurt them.
I tried to pick up both babies, to tell them mommy was here. That’s when Marina grabbed my hair and slammed me down.
She was grinning like she’d been waiting for my coming.
Marina threw me to the floor and stomped on my head with her heel.
That’s when I realized she wasn’t some fragile college girl–she was stronger than me, even if I’d been killing people for years.
“There you are, Rachel Campbell! You finally showed up,” she was enjoying every second of this, “You should be kissing my ass right now. If my baby didn’t need a heart, you never would’ve gotten pregnant with Logan’s kid.”
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Game Over, Mafia Boss! Now Pay in Blood For Killing Our Three Kids
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“All I had to do was whisper in his ear, and boom–he’s shooting you full of hormones like some prize heifer. Wanted you cranking out babies for my little prince.”
“Too bad trash is still trash. If I had any other choice, your think I’d let their disgusting hearts go into my perfect baby? Makes me sick just thinking about it. Guess they’ll just have to die now.”
Marina pressed her hand down on one of the babies‘ heads. Just a little pressure, and the weak whimpering stopped completely.
“Marina Spinnett, I’ll fucking kill you!” My whole body was shaking. How could she snuff out a life so easily?
I stared at her through tears of rage.
But my screaming just made her more excited.
She lifted her hand, and the other baby fell right in front of me.
It was just maybe three feet–but the baby hit the floor and just… exploded into pieces.
Blood and pieces of my child splattered across my face. Then the world went dead silent.
All the blood in my body seemed to flow backward. I lunged at her, ready to tear her apart.
But Marina just smiled wider.
Before I could touch her, something slammed into me and sent me flying across the room.
Before I could see who it was, Marina started crying, looking terrified:
“Logan, help me! I was just trying to help–brought Rachel’s babies to stay with ours in the NICU. But Rachel got so mad! She said she was gonna kill our baby first, then kill me!”
Chapter 4
