Disorganized Minds *Book II of the Köhler Series*

Father & Son

In a few weeks, it would be nine months since Axel had gone missing. He had missed out on a lot, like his grandson, who would be a year old soon, and Adele's birthday was right around the corner. He had already missed his children's birthdays, all but Luca's, but he refused to miss Lucas and the twins. He should have ran when he had the chance to, but something held him back. He was dumb to allow Bridget to get in his head. Now he was stepping out of the shower and looking at a naked Bridget standing in the doorway.

She was sucking the life out of him, and the only thing she wanted was sex and was sure Obioma wouldn't want him back after this. Axel had fucked up his whole process with the woman he loved. He knew this, but he continued to play her game. "I thought you would wake me before showering."

"And I thought you would let me go after you found out the truth. Tell me, why am I still in chains like a fucking dog?" She smiled, touching his bare chest as he sighed. He was ready to leave this place, but she was still keeping him against his will and using him as her personal sex slave. The whole thing was crazy, and from the moment he messed up and slept with her, she never opened up about the shit she did.

Axel was left trying to figure out whether she was pregnant, but he hoped she wasn't, but luck hadn't been on his side lately. "Axel, stop your whining; you and I both know if you wanted to leave. You would have; now come fuck me."

"FUCK NO! What the hell is wrong with you? Yeah, I could have left by now if you didn't have me chained to this shit. Tell me, what is that you want from me?" Bridget chuckled as she stepped into the shower while Axel shook his head, turning to leave the bathroom with something on the counter caught his eye. The sad thing is she wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Bridget!"

"Yes, baby?" Again, he sighed. It was like she couldn't understand he didn't want her. He was in it for a fuck and ended up getting her hooked on his dick. "I'm not your fucking baby... never mind. Why is there an ovulation test in the counter?"

The bathroom went silent while he listened to the water hit the shower floor until she started to stir before shutting off the water. Slowly, she stepped out with a smirk that caused Axel's stomach to twist in knots. He knew she was about to tell him she was pregnant. This was his fault, he knew, but his legs started to move, and after, his fist was in her face as he gripped her by the throat.

Forcefully, he shoved her against the wall, trying his best to choke the life out of her as she tried to fight back. Bridget's nails dug into Axel's arms, trying her best to make him let her go. "I SHOULD FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?! I HAVE A LIFE, CHILDREN, AND A WOMAN THAT I LOVE! YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!"

Axel could see the life draining from Bridget's face, but he wanted her dead. She could have fucked up his entire life with this mess. All he wanted to do was make things right with Obioma, but she had to kidnap him and caused everything to go to shit. He knew this was more of his fault than hers, but he felt this was what she wanted all along. "Speak Bitch! Why?!"

"I... I can't b... breathe, Axel." He had forgotten he had her by the neck. Axel had let his anger slip and something he promised himself that would never happen again, but she pushed him over the edge. He released her quickly as she dropped to the floor and after he left and thew on his clothes.

"Fucking shit, Bridget, talk, or I'm killing your ass. Why would you do this knowing I have... knowing about her? Are you pregnant?"

"You wouldn't understand if I told you..."

"ARE YOU FUCKING PREGNANT?!" He yelled, punching the wall. Bridget quickly backed away, crying as he turned to her again. "YES! YES, I'M PREGNANT!"

The words hit him like a bag of bricks. He was nearly sixty and never got to enjoy life with the woman he loved. Fuck, he had messed up badly and would have to beg on his hands and knees for Obioma to take him back. His urges put him in this spot, and there was no one else to blame but himself.