Searching for the Monster's Child :.Book 3 in the Delfunie Trilogy.:

Chapter 14

After about twenty minutes, Jefferson decided he was finished but Ragnar never broke, never gave in but his face was bloody and swollen. He was in pain but he knew better than to show it. He had to be carried to wherever they were taking us. With my leg and stab wound, I had to carried as well and the men weren't careful either. They would jostle and move and bump into things with no care for me. I did my best not to cry out but once in a while along the way, a little yelp would escape my sealed lips.

"Its about time." I heard a voice yell with excitement as we entered a huge white room filled with gaudy furniture and nick knacks. I was roughly set down next to Ragnar as we both grunted in pain. I looked up, breathing hard, seeing who was responsible for this.

"Ross." I said through clentched teeth. I started to wonder where Lily was, Ross' seven year old sister. She was somewhere around this place but I just wasn't sure where. Hopefully not witnessing anything her brother had done.

"Yes Mavis. It is me. To think that I was once your best friend and now your trying to steal my son." I felt hatred run through me like I've never felt before. Ever, not even with Lucian.

"He is my son." I tried to at least sit up but the pain stopped me. I needed to fight for Jax but I knew that was going to be hard in our conditions. We were down and there was no way were going to win if we tried.  Ross' smirk turned dark as he jumped from his chair and stalked over to kneel down in front of me. He looked at Ragnar for a second before flicking his eyes back to me.

 "I used you, Mavis. You were no more than a means to end that needed to be filled. You were a surrogate, both of you were. Lucian was just a front man. And you killed him. I have to say I didn't think you'd have it in you. But you surprised me.

"Now, listen Mavis. I once saw you as a friend, you even agreed to kidnap Jax and bring him with you when we planned to run away. You were handing him right to me and you didn't even know it. Then you went and brought this guy along. You can't believe how mad that made me. I was so infuriated that I could have screamed, but I didn't. I pressed on, tolerated the both of you together and waited, patiently waited." I wondered how long it was going to be before he stopped rattling on before he finally kill us. I just wanted this to be over.

"Is there a point to all this or our we about done because honestly I can't stand all this." I heard Ragnar say beside me. Its the first he's spoke since Jefferson stopped beating him.

"You know I had the perfect opportunity to kill you, Ragnar?" I looked up in shock as Ross stood and started away from us. "When you were shot, comatose in the back of that stupid cramped van, I had the perfect opportunity but I didn't take it. I could have taken away your life support. I could've found a way to kill you in a way no one could have caught on to but I didn't.

"So, as you asked, we are going to get down to the dirty. I am getting bored." He walked over to his chair and sat down, throwing a leg over the arm and resting his head on his hand. I started to panic because Ragnar and I were in no condition to fight, Alex was a freaking zombie, and Richard was too loyal to go against Ross. He has already explained that to us. I didn't know what to do, I was starting to panic.

"Let me hold him." I suddenly said, everyone looking at me suddenly. "Just one last time, let me hold my son, please." I pleaded with him, hoping he would listen. I would do anything to see my son again and if he would let me, I would honestly be okay with dying right now. Ross seemed to think for a second and just when I thought he would refuse, he surprised me.

"Bring the child in. His mother would like to hold him." I suddenly didn't feel the pain from my body, I didn't feel anything but happiness as a woman came in carrying a baby, a baby bigger than I remember my son looking. The last I saw him he was barely three months old and now here he was in front of me, six months old. He was definitely growing. I felt my eyes fill with tears as he was brought over to me. I opened my arms and couldn't contain my joy as my son's weight filled the empty space that was once there and tears started to flow down my checks.

Jax was sleeping but as a few of my tears hit his cheeks, he started to stir. Suddenly his eyes opened and he blinked a few times before fully waking up and looking up at me. He had the same blue eyes that matched my own and his hair was darker than the last I saw him. He had slight curls that sat on time of his head. His nails were still filed down and his teeth were still sharp but that didn't worry me anymore. He was my son and I loved him.

"Hey baby, remember me?" I said, smiling down. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead as he let out a loud giggle that made Ragnar and I laugh. He had moved over and when I looked up to see his face, I could see that he was crying too, happy tears fell from his eyes as he looked down at our son.

"Hey buddy." He said, quietly, placing a hand on his head. I smiled at our little family, that was when I remembered Nathan, that poor little boy that was just getting used to having a mother again was about to lose the only parents he had left. I couldn't believe we were doing this to him, to them. And Emilee, all she had left was her father, even if we did find her mother, she didn't even live around here, around her brothers. Then there was Maia, her father, her only living parent was about to die and there was nothing we can do about it.

Jax started grabbing at my face, trying to play with my hair, pulling on me. I was so happy right now and nothing could take that away. Jax remembers me, remembers us and he was so happy to see us. He looked up to see Ragnar and got even more excited, grabbing at him. Everything was perfect, well almost perfect.

"Alright, that's enough." Slowly and almost sympathetically, took Jax from my arms and the void in my heart suddenly emptied again. He was gone again and now I was devastated. I know that I could die happy now but that didn't make the separation easier.

"I, uh...thank you, Ross. Thank you for letting me hold him. For letting me see him." I looked to him and I saw no feeling in his eyes. He didn't care, he just wanted this to be over, he just wanted to get on with whatever made him happy, he was bored with us. He didn't care.

"Alright, time to get on with the show, who am I killing first."