Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

My heart was trying to escape from my chest as I walked out of Dr. Levin’s office. Jack would know that I went to her behind his back. He would demand to know why I had gone without him. What was I going to say to him? The need to terminate this pregnancy dominated all other needs at that moment. I didn’t have an excuse already made up in my head. Maybe I could tell him I was bleeding. Maybe losing the pregnancy naturally would be easier on him than knowing I wanted to get rid of it. I just needed to get there on Friday and it would be done.

My mind buzzed as I walked, distracting me from my surroundings. When a hand tugged on my arm, my heart almost leapt out of my throat—he caught me. But when I turned around and saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen, I think I might have actually gasped before saying, “Oh my god.” And the fact that I only felt shame, fear, and worry that Jack would somehow find out about this made my face feel hot from embarrassment.

“Hana.” Michael’s voice was deep and panicked, and his dark-gray eyes surveyed my face.

He was more beautiful than I remembered. His beard was longer than the last time I had seen him, even spotting some stray white hairs, and his eyes seemed even more intense, more rugged and worried. The lines on his forehead wrinkled as he held my arm, people passing by on the sidewalk and turning their heads to look at us.

“Michael,” I whispered, still in shock at the sight of him.

“Please just tell me—are you pregnant? Is it mine?” His grip tightened on my arm.

Tears began to stream down my face. My heart felt like it was breaking.

“Yes. I’m pregnant, but I don’t know. I don’t know, Michael,” I answered, my shaky voice barely audible. “I’m getting rid of it,” I added, as if that somehow made anything better.

Michael’s eyes widened with horror. “No you’re not. You can’t. If it’s mine, that’s all we have left,” he stated, as if that thought didn’t cross my mind.

“He won’t let me keep it if it’s yours, Michael.” I put my hand to his muscled arm that felt even bigger than the last time he held me.

“Hana.” Michael shook his head. “I can’t let you do this.”

We were talking in hushed, frantic voices, as if we were being listened in on. Maybe we were. All I wanted to do was jump in his arms and tell him to run.

“I have to,” I cried out, feeling my face twist into an ugly cry.

“No.” Michael shook his head again, his voice stern, and my heart sunk. “We’re doing it right this time. Come on.”

Michael squeezed my hand and walked me closer to the main street where a cab waited.

“What are we doing, Michael?”

He still held onto my hand tightly as he opened the cab door and pushed me inside before taking the seat next to me, hurriedly shutting the door.

“Michael!” I gasped out.

“Give me your purse. Give me your coat,” he ordered, then looked up at the cab driver who worriedly looked back at us. “Go on, the address I gave you in Greenwich,” Michael instructed him hastily.

The cab started moving, and my mouth gaped at Michael.

“Where are we going?” I hesitantly shrugged my coat off.

I knew what was happening. We were making a run for it. Did Michael really know that I didn’t leave him, or was he just desperately trying to get me away from Jack?

He took my coat and grabbed my purse.

“Is your phone in here?” he asked as he held up my purse.

“Yes.”

“Mate.” Michael looked to the cab driver. “Stop here real quick.”

The cab driver stopped, and Michael jumped out, throwing my purse and coat into a garbage bin on the curb. He quickly came back in, and the cab sped off again.

“Michael, please tell me what’s going on,” I said tearfully as I took his hand with mine.

Michael looked up at me with his intense gray eyes, and they slowly started to soften. “You’re going to be mine again, Hana. Whether you want it or not.”