His Child

Chapter 26

Willow's POV

I put my head up and the men stop mid conversation. "Told you it was her." One of the men mumbles, staring at me. He smirks slightly while he looks me up and down. Pervert! He looks me up and down and shakes his head. His eyes land on Isaac and he just stares.

I look between the two men and don't recognise either of them. One is older, maybe mid to late forties and one is much younger. I'm guessing late teens, early twenties. "I'm sorry what's going on?" I say but it comes out as a whisper.

"Well you're Willow Clarke and now we have to go. So let's go." The older man spits before turning around.

"I'm sorry I'm not Willow Clarke." I lied "I think you've got the wrong person."

The older man turns back around and raises an eyebrow at me. "Well if you're not Willow Clarke, who are you? And why didn't you look up when we asked you?"

"If you mean just then, I sleeping. My name is Chloe Waters."

"Alright 'Chloe Waters' where's your ID?"

"I don't have any on me-"

"Because I'm not Chloe Waters, I'm actually Willow Clarke," the older man says in a high pitch voice. I think he was trying to imitate a girl's voice but it sounded more like a dying chipmunk. "Let's go Willow. We don't have anytime for games."

"I'm not Willow Clarke. I don't know what you're talking about."

The younger man, starts speaking rapidly but I can't make any words. I'm not even sure if he's speaking English.

The older man leaves while the younger man crouches down and grabs my chin. He makes me look into his eyes and he sighs. "Look I don't know if anyone's told you, but you're a shit liar. We need to leave and we can either take you by force or you could cooperate. We know you're Willow Clarke. Or whatever last name you are using."

"Please don't make me go back." I'm in tears again. There's no point in lying anymore. They obviously know I'm Willow Clarke. They work with Ryan. Abbott and Justin set me up.

"What do you mean 'go back'? You haven't even left with-" His eyes suddenly land on Isaac. "Where did the baby come from?"

That's when I crack it. Ryan hasn't completely broken all my fight. "Where did you think it came from? It came from your fucking boss-"

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. That baby is my boss'?" He asks, pointing from the baby to himself. He doesn't wait for my reply, just keeps talking. "Sweetheart, that's impossible. My boss wouldn't do that. He doesn't treat girls like that and he especially wouldn't treat you like that."

"Really? Then how he's been treating me for the past year is fine? I mean, sure, I'm just fine with being his punching bag-"

"Sweetheart, I think you've got the wrong man. I don't think you know who my boss is. You haven't even meet him."

"I'm pretty sure I would know if I spent a year and a half with him. He's-"

"Sweetheart, who are you talking about? Who have you spent the last year and a half with? It wouldn't of been our boss. Do you know his name?"

Who are these people if they aren't Ryan's men? Why would they want me? I'm so confused. And why does he keep calling me sweetheart?

"Listen sweetheart, just come with us."

He grabs the bag from my feet and puts in on his shoulder. He pulls me up by my forearm and tugs me along after him.

Tears freely fall down my cheeks. Who are these people? And where are they taking me? Do they work with Ryan or not?

The man leads me off the bus and chucks the bag at the other man. They speak to each other in a language that sounds a bit like Spanish.

One of the men takes the bag and walks away. The man that got me off the bus, takes Isaac out of my arms and looks at him. He sighs and finally looks back at me. "What's his name? What's the man's name that you spent the last year and half with?"

"Ryan. Ryan Hardy."

He face suddenly goes from gentle to anger. "Why the fuck did you spend a year and a half with him? Why is he the father of this child? Do you even know who he is?"

Tears fall down my cheeks. Of course I know who it is. If I had a choice, I would of never spent a day with him, let alone a year.

"Boss isn't going to be happy," he mumbles before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards a car. He opens the back door and motions for me to get.

I just shake my head. There's no way I'm getting into this car. Talk about stranger danger. Ryan may have partly broken me but I never lost my sense of humour.

Next thing I know, I feel a prick in my neck. Everything goes blurry. Blurry and then black.

I wake up with a start. I find myself in a car with three men. There's the two men from the bus and another one. He looks older as well. Maybe late thirties, early forties. The younger one from the bus is sitting next to me, holding a sleeping Isaac.

He glances over at me and rolls his eyes. "You're awake. What were you thinking? Why would you spend a year and a half with Ryan? Do you even know who he is? I honestly thought you had more brains then that."

"Oh I have brains alright. If I had a choice, I wouldn't even spent a day with Ryan. Do you think I asked for this? Do you think I asked to be raped and beaten up by him? No! I didn't ask for that. I knew I had to get Isaac out of there. Now during my escape, I've been kidnapped by someone else. So thanks for that. Thanks a lot."

The man curses and starts speaking to the man in the passenger seat. They speak in a different language. It sounds like Spanish or Italian, but I could be completely wrong. "Alright, alright. I'll tell her," he mumbles before turning back to me.

"Our boss has been tracking you-"

"Wait! What? Why is your boss tracking me? Why am I so special? Why me? Why couldn't you just let me go? Why is my life so messed up?"

"Listen Willow. This is actually going to help you so stop being such a ungrateful brat and start listening. You'll find out why our boss wants you, when you talk to him. Your life is not messed up. This could be a thousand times worst. Start being grateful for once." The man driving shouts.

"But-"

"Just let it go," the man next to me says.

"No! I'm not letting this inconsiderate bitch get away with this. She doesn't understand the shit we've just done for her." The man driving roars. He must really hate me.

"No! I'm not a bitch-"

"Anthony, can you shut her up?" He yells. "Permanently," he suddenly adds.

Will they really shut me up permanently? That would mean killing me right? They wouldn't kill me, would they? No they do that. Their boss wanted me. He wouldn't just track me for no particular reason. They won't kill me.

I feel another prick in my neck and darkness shallows me.

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Hey...

I'm really sorry for my updates being all over the place but I'm just so unmotivated about everything at the moment.

My life is on a roller coaster that is just plummeting.

I'm so unmotivated about this book and how it turned out but I will finish it. That is a definite promise.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter ;)

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