~Camila’s POV~

The thought kept popping into my head, and as it did, I felt myself becoming more helpless and agitated on the inside. I couldn’t help but wonder why Luke and I would be taken hostage in the first place. Is Luke the one who did this to me? No, Luke wouldn’t do this to me. No, he simply cannot; after all, he is my friend.

No, Camila; Luke dated Mark. What if they are in this together?

There was a voice inside my head that murmured something. “Shut the fuck up!” Shut the…” I had just started speaking when I was interrupted by the sound of someone groaning. “Luke…Luke is that you….”

“The fuck, Camila, I can’t even be kidnapped in peace,” he groaned again.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Hey, you just found out you’re pregnant, and you know that cussing isn’t healthy. There is a baby.” I feel like slapping him right now.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“I should ask you that considering I just woke up and my head is spinning,” he laughed, “do we call for help?” I realize he is panicking, which explains everything.

“Well, I don’t know. When I opened my eyes, I found myself here, locked inside this place. I have no idea how I got here. I am not even sure if this is a room or what.”

How did we get here in the first place? “Fuck!” he yelled. “The damn

The baby, my baby.

is no way for us to tell what it was that we ate. What if I don’t get to meet my baby and no one can help us?” I sobbed at the prospect of not meeting

such a pussy. You are going to be a

when he is in a state of

to tell the story. He will find us before whoever did this can get away with it.” Then a

are so damn right about

husband found me. My husband

you guys?” He turned and said, “And you.” He barked at Luke, pointing his

did this

got my men to hijack the van you guys were suffocating in. Don’t leave the house means don’t leave the house, Camille. And the very next time you try to pull that kind of crap on me, I dare you not to do it. I might not be so fortunate next time.” I took a

to throw

you’re…” He took a breather. “Forget it,” he said, carrying me in bridal style. Luke trailed

on, but perhaps I should just stop trying to figure it out and give Chris space to handle things on

~Christopher’s POV~

my hands. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I shuddered on the bed. The thought of Mark being in my

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