“Shut up,” Thomas snarled. His arm cinched around Vivian’s throat like a noose, crushing her airway as he jammed the cold barrel of the gun even harder against her skull. She gagged, her lips trembling, legs buckling as pain and terror tore through her like lightning.
Vivian gasped, her belly convulsing as another contraction ripped through her. Her hands clawed at his arm, her nails digging in, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t flinch.
His grip only tightened.
“You like making noise?” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Scream a little louder. I want your man to hear you suffer.”
“You let her go,” he growled.
Christopher’s blood boiled. His arms locked around Lucy tighter, her fragile body limp against his chest. Her breath barely ghosted his skin. He was standing in hell…one daughte
