Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 33

Wren's POV

I haven't seen or spoken to Beverly in a month or so. I felt as if she's given up on me.

The fights we had, and continue to have.

She's ignoring me, I know she is. I constantly call her, I constantly text her and nothing...

She's leaving me on read, and it's getting to me.

I love her, and I don't know what to do anymore. I want to break her out of that world with Francis.

He's manipulating her to stay with him, she doesn't love him, and he doesn't love her.

"So, what's the plan boss?" Nicolas asked me.

"We don't have enough men with us, I need to get in contact with other gangs, maybe even mafias. Make them alias and turn them against Francis. I want him dead, I want Beverly as mine." I told him.

Nicolas nodded, "But do you think she'll want to be with you if she knows you killed her husband? Especially if she's in love with him?"

I slammed my fist onto the table, "She is not in love with that piece of shit!" I yelled.

"Sorry boss," he quickly said as he looked at the ground.

"She will be thanking me and be grateful for the rest of her life for saving her from the monster she is married to."

"What about the babe? Do you think she loves it?"

I looked at him, "I don't know. I've only seen him once. Cute little fucker, but I know that's it's likely he'll try and kill me if he later finds out I killed his father. So, maybe, if something was to happen, it would make her more vulnerable toward me. Tell the men, it wouldn't be the worst thing if the little bastard died. Just don't make it obvious we did it,"

Nicolas and I finished up our plan before heading into the main room where a good portion of my main group stood.

We quickly explained to them the plan, and I knew within the month, I would have Beverly back.

Beverly's POV

"Hi, Lucas!" I said as I leaned over his crib. He gave me a smile and I kissed his forehead.

I pulled him out of his crib and placed him into his father's arm.

"So, you're sure you want to hang out with him for the day?" I asked Francis.

Francis was smiling down at Lucas and playing with his little fingers.

"I'm sure," he said as he raised his head and looked at me. He looked so happy as he looked back down at Lucas.

Lucas loved Francis, and I was glad Francis was spending some time finally with Lucas.

"Alrighty then, I'll be leaving to hang out with my father. I'll be back in an hour or two," I said.

Francis looked up once again and kissed me. I kissed him back quickly before leaving the nursery and heading to my father's house.

20 Minutes Later

"How is everything going with you and Francis?" my father asked me.

My father was getting himself his normal order of a jack and coke.

"Good, we had a bit of a rough patch. A few horrible months. But we are all good now. Him and I have been talking about our issues and are wanting to finally be a family together, especially since we have a baby together,"

"I heard you guys were having issues. Him cheating on you for months. I mean you were doing the same, but you guys were actually together and you were pregnant at that time when he was sleeping with that one girl."

"He never told me anything about her, just that they were having sex together. He said I was stressing him out, and that he couldn't come to me for sex or even to talk to cause I was the one causing a huge issue. He ended up meeting her at a club he went to for a meeting, and they hooked up. He regretted it at first, but we continued to fight so he started to continue that affair with her,"

"Well, do you hate her? Do you hate him for doing that to you? He slept with another woman while you were carrying his son! I would want to know who the girl is, hurt her for doing that." my father yelled.

I sighed, "I don't care about her dad, what she did isn't my issue. He apologized, and I know he isn't cheating anymore, and neither am I. We both cheated, I can't be a hypocrite. So what if I was pregnant? I cheated on him while I was pregnant," I told him.

"Whatever, but it got me thinking about that girl, the one he slept with. He name was Sophia. She's 19 and works at a restaurant as a waitress."

I was confused why my father was telling me this. "I don't understand, why does it matter her name, her age, and her profession?"

"I have a gift for you. Boys! Bring her in!" My father yelled into the hallway.

Seconds later I saw a girl being thrown down in front of me.

She had marks all over her face, her clothes were torn, and mascara was running down her face from her tears.

"Here is the little whore your husband was sleeping with," my father said.

He walked toward her and kicked her back making her slam to the floor.

She made a loud noise but couldn't say anything due to her mouth being duct-taped shut.

"Dad, why did you do this?" I asked him shocked.

I looked down at the girl and felt horrible, but pissed off at the same time.

She was so pretty, I could almost see what she would normally look like without all the cuts and bruises all over her.

My father pulled his gun out from his side and handed it to me.

"Put her out of her misery. She's been through a lot these past few days. I made sure she regretted hurting my baby girl. I would do the same to Francis, but I'd be dead in a second for even touching him."

"What did you do to her?" I asked him.

"She's been here for about 72 hours. She's been raped multiple times by a bunch of men. Beaten and cut. Whatever the men could think of down there. There is so much more, but I don't think you wanna know,"

The girl started to cry again, "Did you know he was married?" I asked her as I crouched down to her level.

She nodded, "You fucking bitch. I was pregnant! Then I had a baby! Whatever happened to looking out for other girls? You really are a fucking whore,"

I threw the gun on the couch.

I no longer felt upset about what happened to her. "You think Dimitri would take her?" I asked my dad.

My father chuckled. "I'll call him. Maybe somebody would pay good money for her,"

She screamed the best she could, which didn't end up being much.

"Shut up!" I yelled before kicking her in the face.

"Call him up, and if he can't take her, make her pay before hanging her," I told my father.

My father nodded, "I have to go back home. I want to go and check on Lucas."

"Bring my grandson over soon, I want to see him." my father mentioned.

I looked at her once more before scowling.

"You better pray Dimitri won't take you," I told her.