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"What does he mean, darling?" Mr. Winters's fists are closed while staring at his brother, sitting on the couch.
"Go explore the house more, Evangeline. I'll deal with my brother here," I look at him worried.
"Are you okay?" I ask Mr. Winters as he continues to stare at his brother.
"Listen to me and go. You don't want to be around here when I talk to him," Mr. Winters looks at me with a dark expression. I've seen this look before. It's the same look he gave me when he asked me who hurt you at the club.
I sigh as I wrap Mr. Winters's jacket around me, and walk out of the room. I walk down the hallway, hearing yelling come from the room. Something's not right. I think as I look at all the pictures on the walls. I've just moved in here, and this place seems off. Don't get me wrong. Everything's perfect.
From the clean grey walls to the many doors full of rooms and restrooms, everything's perfect, but it seems off. I'm afraid to think that Mr. Winters is hiding something from me, but what would it be? Why would he keep it a secret when he knows I'm always there for him.
I pass a particular room and step back to the door. I open the door and see a blank room. I walk into the room, holding myself as if I was holding our child. I look out the window, seeing the view of the backyard and the forest behind it. It's beautiful. I open the door to the walk-in closet. It's perfect.
As I look around the room, I map everything out. This room. The peacefulness of it is perfect.
"Do you like this room?" I look at Mr. Winters in the doorway. I smile, looking at every detail of the room.
"It's perfect."
"Perfect for what?" I look at Mr. Winters and smile.
"Perfect for little Johnny. I know it's a lot of work, but I think this room would be perfect for his nursery," I hear Mr. Winters laugh.
"Whatever room you want, love," I look at him shocked.
"Love?
Mr. Winters says nothing as he walks into the largest room in the house and sets me on the edge of the bed. Fear strikes me as I see a dark look in his eyes again as he rips off my jeans.
"What.. what are you doing, love?" I say scared for my life, not knowing what he's going to do. I hear him chuckle at my fear.
"Since I'm leaving tomorrow, I thought I'd give you something to remember me. Plus, I've been waiting for my dessert since I was in the hospital, and now that everyone's gone, it's just us. I finally get to eat it," I laugh as I lay my head back, trying not to show how badly I'm blushing.
"Oooo, daddy is daddying," I cover my mouth and look down at him.
"Daddy?" He smirks as he takes off his shirt. My eyes go wide, staring at his glorious tattoos, as they're wanting to spring off his shinning muscles.
"I uh- uh-" Mr. Winters laughs as I stare at his muscles.
"Use your words, Evangeline," I swallow looking at him up and down.
"I uh- I was saying you know. Since you, uh- are the father. That you uh-" I watch as he removes his belt, leaving me speechless, looking at the belt in his hands.
"Proceed," I shake my head, snapping out of drooling over his hand holding his belt.
"I- I- I forgot what I was going to say," Mr. Winters opens my legs and crawls up to my knees.
Mr. Winters places kisses on my lower thigh, and my legs start to shake as they crave his touch. I lean my head back, closing my eyes as electric waves strives up my body with each kiss. I feel two fingers slide into my underwear as his kisses trail to my upper thigh. His kisses stop, and I look down at his grinning face.
"You're already wet, and I've barely done anything," I roll my eyes.
"If you weren't so damn gorgeous, I wouldn't be wet just by looking at you," Mr. Winters smiles and gets up. Every inch of my body screams, craving him to go more.
"I think we should stop for today. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow, so we should get some sleep," I swallow my pride.
"Okay," I say quietly, laying on my back in bed, not being able to move.
"Are you going to scoot over?" I look at the side of the bed seeing Mr. Winters in his underwear.
"I- uh- I can't move," Mr. Winters laughs and picks me up, scooting me to the side on the pillow. He lays next to me, and butterflies fly in my stomach as I look into his eyes. I clear my throat.
"So, we're not doing this?" Mr. Winters smiles his beautiful smile.
"Nope. You have to wait until I get back," I look at him with puppy dog eyes.
"What if I don't wanna wait until you get back? What if I want you now?" I take my shirt off and climb on top of him, sitting on his crotch. Mr. Winters chuckles.
"What happened to you couldn't move?" I smile.
"I just wanted you to carry me. Besides," I lean into his ear.
"Since you've had your fun, it's time for me to leave you with something you'll remember about me," I trail my tongue down from his ear to the corner of his mouth as I back away. I let my hair down, letting it sway on my body.
I look into his dark, lustful eyes. Grab his hands and squeeze my boob with them as I move my waist, grinding on his crotch, spelling coconut. I feel his bulge start to into my crotch as I get off him. I see his face shocked as I lay next to him.
"Goodnight, love," I kiss him on the lips and turn away from him, poking my butt put towards him. I bite my lip, waiting for his response.
"Wait a minute," He pulls me back on top of him.
"You have to finish what you started," I laugh.
"Do I? Because you didn't finish what you started?" I crawl off of him and kiss him on the cheek.
"Goodnight, love," Mr. Winters's facial expression gets angry as I snuggle against him.
I watch as he gets up, grabs his pillow, and walks out of the room. Did I do something wrong?
I lie in bed as guilt rises in my stomach while I stare at the door where he walked out. My eyes start to close as I hear a loud bang, waking me up. I look next to me. He's still gone?
I get up from bed, and I check the time. It's 3 am. Where is he?
After using the restroom, I look around at the dark hallways. My stomach is killing me, I need some food. I walk slowly down the halls and make myself to the kitchen. This kitchen is my dream kitchen, the colors of the cabinets and the way it's decorated is amazing.
I walk to the fridge and grab apple slices from a container. As I walk out of the kitchen, I see a door next to it. I hear shouting coming from the other side of the door. I set my apple slices container on the counter. Curiosity leads the best of me as I open the door quietly.
A large wooden staircase leads down to what I assume is the basement. I quietly step down the steps, peaking my head around the slanted wall. My eyes widen as I see Eric tied to a chair under a spotlight. Who's doing this to him?
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I watch as a random man punches Eric with knuckles in the face, causing Eric to spit out blood. I hear Eric laugh, and he smiles at the guy.
"I told you. I wanted to fuck the bitch, so I went to her job, and that whore had to audacity to refuse me. I had to slap some sense into her. I would have gotten my way if her friend hadn't stopped saying she was pregnant. Once I found out she was pregnant, the only way for her to get with me was to end the baby, so I pulled it on her," I watch as Mr. Winters, wearing his mask and in his nice suit, and Hunter Winters step out of the shadows.
"I told you, boss. He isn't telling the whole story," Mr. Winters rolls up his sleeves, grabs a metal pole, and points it at his chin.
"If you don't tell me the whole story, my little friend here will make you talk," Mr. Winters's voice sounds deeper and more terrifying than I've ever heard. Eric laughs.
"You think I'm scared of you? You're just a bedtime story everyone talks about," Mr. Winters steps close to Eric.
"It's not just a bedtime story everyone is afraid of, it's what I've done to people who fuck me around," I watch Mr. Winters step back and swing the metal pipe, hard, against Eric's head. My jaw drops as I see Eric spitting out blood and a tooth. Mr. Winters grabs Eric's hair, lifting his head.
"Do you wanna talk now, or shall I start cutting off limbs?" Eric barely functioning, takes a breath.
"All right, I'll talk," Trying to keep his eyes open, he looks at Mr. Winters.
"She ruined my life! As soon as everyone saw me drunk, pinning her up against the wall, my apartment building got shut down. I wanted to make her pay, so I stalked her and went to her work. I spent fucking fourth grand to tap her ass, and she denied me! I was angry when she was pulled from the room. It took me months to get revenge, but I got it. If I knew it shot you instead of her, I would have shot again at her," Mr. Winters drops his hair and looks at him with dark eyes.
"Since he can't learn to keep his hands off my woman, cut all his fingers off," I gasp and cover my mouth as Hunter looks at me, making eye contact. I hide behind the wall, panicking.
"I think there's someone here," I hear Hunter say. Shit!
"Damn, it, Evangeline!" I hear Mr. Winters say as I run up the stairs and through the kitchen.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I think as I run down the hallway and into what would be Johnny's room. I quickly shut the door and lock it, backing up. My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest as my body trembles uncontrollably, wanting to vomit.
I sit against the wall. I run my fingers through my hair as I collect my thoughts while my body quivers. This wasn't my first time seeing blood, so that wasn't bad, but they were fighting over me. Mr. Winters almost died because of me. He captured Eric, because of me. He was hitting Eric because of me. Someone's almost dead because of me. I know I'm a lot to take in, but damn, people are killing over me.
The doorknob shakes, and I try to stand up, but can't. Shit.
"Evangeline, open the door!" Mr. Winters yells from the other side of the door as the undesirable sense of death hits my stomach.
I don't want to die, so, I'm not going to. Plus, even if I want to, I can't get off this damn floor. Is this how I'm going to die? Sitting on the floor of what would have been my son's room pregnant?
Tears fall from my eyes as fear rushes over me, thinking of what he's going to do to me. He kicks the door in and walks into the room as tears stroll down my eyes.
"Pl- please, don't hurt me!" I yell as I raise both of my shaking hands while squeezing my eyes shut, and hiding my face downwards.
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-End Of Chapter 39-
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