{Thirty Seven}

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Warnings:
Sexual assault
Blood
Very strong violence

Callie's POV:

My head was pounding and spinning when my eyes opened. I sat up, looking around the bedroom I was in. I was laying in a soft bed, in a normal looking bedroom. I tried to move my hands but I quickly learned both wrists were chained to the bed.

There was a pain in the side of my neck, my wrists were already raw from the medal. I was cold, I looked over my body and saw I was only wearing my sports bra and panties. Someone stripped me.

"She's up." Some male said, I looked over to the corner of the room and saw to men, the same as before, they we're watching me sleep.

"Ah, the boss can finally see her now!" The other male said and they both walked over to me, one grabbed a key and un cuffed my hands from the bed, only for the other male to put me in handcuffs and made them really tight on me. I winced and tried to loosen them but it wasn't working.

Both of them pulled me up and took me out of the room, I was very sleepy for some reason, and sluggish. I had no clue what was really going on. I was taken down a hallway, and stairs, then to a room with a desk, and chair, and couches. I was sat down on a couch and told not to make a sound.

It felt like I was sitting there for a while, but I wasn't. Maybe 15 minutes. Then I was pulled back up and then, the door opened and a man walked in although I didn't see his face till he turned around.

Gio.

He wore a black suit, though it wasn't the kind Dante wore. It seemed like his dark skin got even darker, and the last time I saw him, he had hair, but now he is bald with only a little stubble of a beard. He looked different but I knew it was him.

"Well what do we have here?" He smiled, "Callie Adams- or is it- oh no, no Mendez. That dick is too pussy to marry you." He answered his own question with a chuckle. He took a step closer to me and I took a step back. "Men, out." He ordered and the three men that were in the room, left us alone.

I knew if I said a word, I would begin to cry, so I said nothing. Just walked away as he took a step closer. But eventually, my back was pressed against the wall with him in front of me. I gulped hardly and looked up at him.

His eyes dropped down to my stomach and I felt even more scared. "Knocked you up, did he?" Gio found it amusing. "Dante, a father. He would make a shit one." All I could do was shake my head no. "Disagreeing? Oh doll, I'm always right."

His hand took place on the side of my face, "I can see you shaking, there is no need to be scared."

Just say something Cal. Talk. For fucks sake talk! You aren't scared of him one bit.

"How many months are you?" He asked and I didn't reply, "I asked a fucking question." He warned me, pressing his hand on the wall beside my head.

"Six months." I whispered but barely.

"Fuck, that voice. I missed it." He groaned and leaned back. "Six months eh, what are we going to do with you? I can't have a baby who is Dante's. God, that is disgusting."

"What- what are you going to do?" I asked, terrified for my baby's life at the moment.

"I don't know. I don't want to even think about it at the moment." He can't kill it- it's too late for a abortion. "I got always give it away to someone..." he trailed off, "again, not a thought right now." He pulled a key out of his pocket and took off the hand cuffs. "You'll be a good girl won't you?"

I hate how he is going to call me that. I want Dante and only Dante to call me a good girl.

"Until this baby thing is situated, I don't want to see you. You will be staying in that bedroom for the time being, then you can come with me to my room."

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