Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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I'm so tired.
I feel unwell, my head is groggy.
I don't recall drinking that much last night. I mean I did drink quite a bit while we were out but this hangover feels different.
My eyelids feel heavy but I slowly will myself to open them.
When I take in my surroundings I realise I'm not in my home. I've spent the night in someone else's house.
Oh shit.
My eyes widen.
I was meant to go home, Naomi was babysitting Aiyden until I got back. She was expecting me to go back.
I need to take Aiyden to schoo-
I try to move but I'm unable to.
I try again but I physically can't move.
I look down at my arms and legs but they're chained down.
I pull harder against the restraints, panic filling me when I remember the events of last night.
Anatoly was in my house. He drugged me. He kidnapped me.
He knows about Aiyden, there's no way he doesn't. He was sleeping next door.
Who knows what he's done?
I need to get out of here and find my son.
I tug harder at the restraints because it's the only thing I can think to do.
"I wouldn't do that." An unfamiliar voice says. My eyes snap to him as he closes the door behind him.
"What do you want from me?" I ask, successfully keeping the shake that wants to present itself out of my voice.
"Not me." The man says. An unsettling feeling washes over me at the way he's looking at me, like a predator looking at it's prey. I'm reminded of how little power I currently have.
"What does Anatoly want?" I correct as he slowly approaches me.
"He wants to know why you lied to him." He says, stopping beside the bed I'm currently laid on.
I look at the man with a glare on my face.
"Tell him to speak to me himself." I state.
"You're really hot." He says, lifting a hand to stroke along the side of my neck.
"Move your hand or I'll bite your finger off and I'm not fucking kidding."
His smirk deepens. "I like it when they fight back."
"Get your hands off me." I grit out.
His hands start going lower and it makes me afraid of what's going to happen.
"Last warning." I state, hiding my fear through my hard tone.
One of his hands slips under the waistband of my pants.
