His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 42

"Sienna?" My mind reeled. I hadn't seen her in months, and I had hoped I never would again. "What the hell are you doing?

"You ruined everything!" she spat, taking a step closer. "And now it's your turn to pay."

Before I could process her words, she jumped back into the car, slamming the door and gunning the engine. My pulse spiked as the car lurched forward again, heading straight for me. I ran. There wasn't time to think-just to move. I darted down a narrow alley, hoping the tight space would slow her down, but the sound of the engine roaring behind me told me I wasn't safe yet.

I ran as fast as I could, my feet pounding against the pavement, my heart hammering in my chest. My mind raced-what the hell was she thinking?

I couldn't outrun a car, but I had no choice. The alleyway was narrow enough that she couldn't drive straight through, but I could hear the car scraping against the walls, trash cans clattering as she barreled forward.

I had to think fast. I spotted a dumpster ahead and veered behind it, using it as a shield while I scaled the fence on the other side. Just as I reached the top, I heard the sickening crunch of metal as Sienna crashed into the wall below me.

For a moment, I thought I might be safe. But then a black SUV screeched to a halt at the alley's entrance, blocking her way. My stomach clenched-was this more trouble? But when the door opened, I saw him. One of Carlos's bodyguards. Relief washed over me as the bodyguard stormed toward Sienna, yanking her out of the car before she could make another move. She screamed, kicking and thrashing, but he had her pinned in seconds. Chapter 42

Just as I started to catch my breath, I heard another voice, frantic and desperate.

toward us, his face pale, his eyes wide with panic.

Pregnant?

body felt frozen as I watched him rush to Sienna's side,

voice was barely a whisper, my mind

twisted with guilt. "Doris, please, you have

words hit me like a punch to the gut. I staggered backward,

Nathan wasn't just pleading for her.. he

brother or sister," Nathan continued, his

was too much. This wasn't just about Sienna anymore-this was about Nathan, about everything

another one on the way with her? My fists clenched, and

him.

screamed, my fist connecting with his jaw before

pathetic excuses? You think I

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hand on his jaw, but he didn't fight back. He just sto there, guilt and shame written all over his

make him feel even a fraction of the pain he'd cau me, but before I could, my vision went black. The