A/N:
The long-awaited chapter is here! Sorry that I dropped off the face of the earth and this took forever for me to get it out 😭Anyways, enjoy!
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Scarlett's P.O.V
Cold stares and rough grabs when I stepped out of line.
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"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
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"You're so pretty, baby."
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Knives to my throat as he raped me.
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"It's funny how you think you had a say in what goes on or what happens to you."
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"You will give me another son. If you fuck up and give me another useless daughter, I'll kill you."
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"You know I love you, right?"
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Kicks to my ribs and punches to my face as he beat me.
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"Don't" kick "dis" another kick "respect" kick "me" he seethed with two more kicks to my stomach.
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4 Months Later
I laid awake, Cade's arm around my waist as he slept. Each passing day feels like a dim echo of what once was, as a sense of discontent lingers in the air. With a heavy heart, I grappled with the painful decisions I've made. With the painful hand I had been dealt.
Alex.
No matter how much time passed, my mind always allowed itself to wander to him. To what could have been.
In the depths of my being, an ache persists, an unyielding longing for his touch. Every breath I take feels incomplete, as if a part of my soul remains suspended in the memories we shared. His absence weighs upon me like an anchor, grounding me in bittersweet sorrow. His essence lingers in the whispers of the wind, the colors of sunset, and the stars that illuminate the night sky. I hold onto the fragments of our time together, cherishing the warmth of his smile and the gentleness of his touch, even as tears trace down my cheeks.
But I had no one to blame. No one to blame but myself.
You were only doing what you had to so you could save your son.
But that never stopped me from thinking wha-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Gunshots.
My kids.
My kids.
"Go to the safe room. Don't worry about the kids," Cade said as he grabbed his gun off of the nightstand. "If you go anywhere else or try to leave, I'll kill those pieces of shits you birthed in front of you," he snapped and then went out the door.
Fuck you if you think I ain't gonna worry about my kids. You might not give a shit about them, but I do.
Throwing on my jeans, t-shirt and shoes in record time, I ran to Axle's room.
No.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Flashbacks of when Axle went missing the first time began to flood my brain as my heart dropped.
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Mine | Yours
RomanceThis is Book 1 and 2 of the "Ours" Series *** Book 1: Mine Scarlett Johnson. Alexander Randazza. Two polar opposites whose worlds collide. Whether that's for better or worse is up the them to decide. As their lives intertwined, Scarlett is pulled...
