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"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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"Benjaminfucking Vinson"
"What the fuck.." Carter whispers under his breath.
My attention focused on him as his eyes were drilling holes in to his phone.
What did Benjamin say?
"What did he say?" I asked while staring at him for a couple seconds waiting for a response but nothing. I started to get nervous and grabbed his phone from his grasp, he allowed it.
My eyes found the text message, a picture of a boy came into view. The boy had brown hair, big green eyes that look just like mine, fair skin, scars covering his body.
Wait, he looks just like Carter.
Under the picture were three words, 'Nathaniel Salazar'.
No, it couldn't be, that boy can't be my child, I stared at the child's face for a bit longer trying to wrap my head around it.
"Bunny, he looks just like me." Carter says, he must have felt my doubt. I turned back around to face him with tears surrounding my eyes.
My heart dropped to my ass, shivers crawled up my back to my neck.
"No, I held his dead body in my hands, Carter he was dead." I managed to mumble out. These four years have been hell, I thought my son was dead. I was laying next to his kidnapper every night for the past four years, my stomach turned.
"I'll kill him." Carter says indicating Benjamin, his voice sounded cruel and cold.
beep
We both glanced down at the phone, another text message. 'Tomorrow I'll send you the place we're we can exchange you're son for my wife.' The text message says. I looked up to Carter, his face was studying the message.
"He wants me in return for Nathaniel." I mumbled, my voice was barely audible.
He turned off the phone before looking at me. "Not happening." He said almost immediately.
We can't risk, I can't. I'm not going to allow my kid to suffer even more because of me. He's only four, a little boy shouldn't go through all that pain, he has freaking scars all over his body. I'd rather it be me with scars all over my body and to be in pain everyday then for my kid to go through that.
"Carter, he's your blood, my blood. He's our little boy, we can't let him suffer anymore." I whispered as my lips quivered.
"I'll find another way, I already have men working on it."
That was fast, he hasn't even spoken to anyone. He must've noticed my confusion. "I have cameras in here. Trust me, their working on a plan." He says.
I just nodded. "Do we just wait?"
"That's all we could do for right now." He serves himself some whiskey.
