Die for You

29| Jade

I winced in pain as my eyes slowly blinked open, the light striking my vision so suddenly that it caught me off guard. Where am I?

I looked around at the unfamiliar room and moved my hand to hold my head. Just, I couldn't move my hand? I looked down to my hand that was behind my back, seeing a thick rope holding it to the chair I was seated in. I checked my other hand, it was the same way. I'm also guessing that my legs are tied as well.

Fuck it.

I opened my mouth to speak but a voice interrupted me. Shit.

"Hey sis." He said. Florian. My brother.

My eyes darted to where he was standing and I grimaced when I see his smug smirk. "Florian?" I whispered.

He made his way towards me and leaned over me, his shadow covering mine. "Who's is it?" He spoke in a soft voice, almost a whisper.

What?

"Who's is what?" I replied back.

He rolled his eyes in response to my question and I let out a scoff.

"The baby. Who's the father of the baby?" He asked me. His clarification made me look him in the eyes with full confusion. What. The. Fuck.

"My fiance's. How did you.." I started speaking, but I was interrupted by a finger being pressed against my lips as if to stop me from talking.

"I'm asking the questions for now, sister. If you think it's Joseph's baby, think again. If that was Joseph's, you would know about your pregnancy by next week." He answered. "So I ask again if I wasn't clear the first two times. Who is the father of that living thing growing inside you?"

Wait, what?

I shook my head in disbelief. No. No. No.

This is... Daryl's baby?

No.

"Fuck." I muttered.

Florian stood up and grinned. His hand slid to my chin and held it up to force me to look him right in the eye.

"Congrats. You fucked a mafia boss, now you carry the heir to your enemy." He whispers.

Fear is clearly being shown on my face. I'm pregnant. With Daryl's baby.

I pushed back my fear and replaced it with my confidence. "Even if it's Daryl's baby, Daryl won't be the one to raise it. Joseph will be there. Now explain to me how you're here!" I yelled.

He chuckled, but a loud clicking noise filled the room, followed by multiple gunshots. Bullets roll on the floor, and a black shoe crushed them on the cement floor. The shoe is going around the foot belonging to Daryl.

Daryl was here.

He pulled the extractor of his Glock-17 Pistol and aimed for Florian. I quickly yelled out at him.

"Daryl, don't shoot! He's my brother!" My voice echoed in the room.

He looked confused. "He fucking kidnapped you!" He answered back.

I shook my head, and he let out a sigh, lowering his gun. Florian let go of my face and turned his head towards Daryl, and the shock on Daryl's face caused my mind to be flooded with so many questions.

They know each other?

I shook my head, ignoring my thoughts and bent forward, grabbing the knife from Florian's back pocket using my teeth. I bit down on the blade and carefully threw it over my shoulder, luckily catching it with my hand. I slyely cut the rope and finally set my hands free. I used my now free hands to untie my legs and stood up from the chair, only to end up falling back into the chair.

I was dizzy and tired. Shit.

My vision went blurry, and I see the blurred figures that I assume are Daryl and Florian. They seem to be fighting. I heard a yell of an echo yelling out my name before slipping into unconsciousness...