Imperfect Mate

Chapter 25- You're Mine

Chapter 25-  You're Mine
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"Blondy, I've got to give you some credit," the guy says to Rangel as he takes a seat on the bed instead of looking under it.

A sigh of relief washes from me.

"What do you mean?" he replies.

"You can still love this girl being pregnant with a baby that's not even yours. You can deal with her attitude and troubled behavior that always ends up getting her in the wrong places-"

"Yes of course," Rangel interrupts him. "The baby doesn't have to be born. Therefore, I don't see the big deal of you having to find her and lock her in one of those chambers."

"This committee doesn't believe in abortions as it cherishes every life given," the guy explains. "Sorry it has to be this way."

"The baby isn't even mine!" Rangel hollers in anguish.

"Yes, that's the main issue here, Blondy," he replies as he steps from the bed. "Otherwise, you'd both be allowed to go off camp grounds already."

Rangel doesn't reply as the guy steps closer to him. "Now, aren't you going to tell me where she is?"

"Or what?" Rangel chuckles. "You'll threaten to-" I see his feet get lifted off the ground with impressive strength, his sentence being cut off due to his choking.

"Don't mock me, Stevens," he growls as he clutches on to Rangel's neck. "It only makes me meaner."

Not being able to take the arguing anymore, I slide out from under the bed and expose myself.

"I'm right here," I say aloud. "Now, do what you have to do."

The guy releases Rangel who gives me a furious glare. "Es, what do you think you're doing?"

"Doing what's best for the both of us," I reply to him. "I'd rather not sit back and watch you get choked and argue any longer."

He steps towards me.
"I'm not letting you get taken away from me again by these jackasses."

"I'll be fine, Rang," I declare to make him back down. "Just let me go."

Rangel grabs onto my shoulders gently before pulling me close up to his chest. I breath in his strong woodsy scent which makes my eyes heavy.

"That's the tough Es I know," he whispers into my ear softly. "After all this, I'll get us the hell out of here and we'll have no interferences."

I mischievously bite my lip and look up into his now cherry red eyes.

"No interferences," I repeat in a whisper, running my hands along his waistline and hooking my thumbs through his belt loops to press his hips against mine hardly to feel him.

He groans deep in his throat, taking me by the waist and lifting me off the floor to kiss me.

"You never fail to indulge me," he huffs into my ear, biting it slightly before sliding me to the wood floor.

The guard takes no time to grab my upper arm and heave me to his shoulder to walk out of the bedroom and out the front door.