6. Five
Five
Kaleigh
F uck. My body hurts so much. I wish I was back in that dream where I was saved, but I know that will never happen. My fate has been sealed. I will be Andrew’s toy until he eventually kills me.
I sigh and open my eyes but am shocked not to see the darkness of the blindfold Andrew keeps on me. I’m also in one of the softest beds I have ever been in. I look down and see I’m in a huge men’s button-up shirt. I bring the collar up to my nose and take a deep breath. Whoever the owner of this shirt is, he smells so fucking good.
I look around more, and this isn’t Andrew’s room; I don’t see any of his stuff.
Where the hell am I?
I feel a tug at my wrist when I go to run my hands through my hair, and it then that I notice I’m connected to an IV and monitor. I twist my body to get out of bed and immediately yelp in pain. Before I can decide if I’m staying in or getting out of bed, the door bangs open, and I shrink back.
I man steps inside and watches me, keeping his eyes on my face, and his expression softens.
“You’re okay, seamrag bheag. I’m not here to hurt you.”
“I…It’s you. I thought it was a dream.”
“No, it wasn’t a dream, seamrag bheag.”
“I’m safe,” I whisper, wincing as I wrap my arms around my body.
“Be careful, you have multiple broken ribs.”
“But… if you took me, what about my family? Andrew has evidence on my family…. I need to go back. I…I can’t.”
He marches forward and growls, which only makes me try and scuffle backward. He towers over me. “You will not be going back with that motherfucker. You. Are. Mine.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. You will be staying here so I can make sure you heal, and once you are healthy, we will talk about our future.”
“No, I don’t…can’t.”
“As I said, I will give you time to heal, which will give you a chance to wrap your head around the fact you are mine.”
“I don’t even know who you are.”
“Erik Duncan. Your future husband.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He smirks. “It’s okay; you have time to accept that your new name will be Kayleigh Duncan.” I go to protest again, but he just places his finger over my mouth, silencing me. “Now, I’m going to have the doctor check you over, and after that, you can talk to your father.”
“You know my dad?”
“He is the one who reached out to me because he was worried about you. And I will have to thank him, but I will do that when I see him next time.”
I watch as he walks out and comes back in the room a moment later with a man in a doctor’s coat.
“Miss O’Sullivan. It’s good to see you awake.”
“How long was I unconscious?”
“Six hours.”
“Wow.”
“Boss, if you don’t mind.”
“I do.”
“Well too bad. Unless the patient wants you in the room, you can see yourself out.”
Erik looks at me expectantly, but I tell him, “Please, I’d rather be alone.”
“Fine, but I will be right outside the door. If you need anything, yell.”
“Thank you.” He smiles softly at me then leans over, kissing the top of my head. On his way out of the room he gives the doctor one final glare. Once the door shuts behind Erik, the doctor turns to me.
“I had tests run on you when Erik brought you to the hospital.”
“Okay…”
“There is no easy way to say this, but it was clear you had been physically and sexually abused.”
I nod and he takes a deep breath before he continues. “Were you aware that you are pregnant?”
My stomach drops. Pregnant?
I’m pregnant with a monster’s baby.
“By the look on your face, I’m guessing you didn’t know.”
“No, I can’t be. I have an implant. Well, I know I can be but…”
“Miss O’Sullivan, if that’s the case, it looks like it was removed because you don’t have an implant now,” he gently says as he walks closer to me. I move away, and he stops and points to my upper arm. I look there and see the cut that has already started to heal.
“Oh my god,” I say with tears streaming down my cheeks. “Does Erik know?”
“No one knows. Doctor-patient privilege.” I nod, and he adds, “It’s still early enough where you have a choice.”
I nod again, unable to speak. Do I want to keep the baby? Could I keep the baby?
The doctor walks over silently and removes the IV, then he quietly says, “I will come back and check on you later.” He walks out then and the door doesn’t even close before Erik steps back into the room.
“Why are you crying, bana-phrionnsa? Did he do anything to you?”
I shake my head. “Just gave me some news I wasn’t expecting.”
“Tell me.” I shake my head and he adds, “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
“It’s not anything you can fix.”
“You would be surprised what I can do.”
I ignore him. “You said I can talk to my father. Can I please do that?”
He nods and pulls out his phone, dialing a number before handing it to me. It barely rings once before I hear my Daid’s voice.
Peter: Erik, you better have an update for me or I’m flying over there myself.
Kayleigh: Daidí.
Peter: Stór beag
Kayleigh: Hi, Daidí.
Peter: Are you okay? Erik said that piece of shit abused you.
Kayleigh: I’ve been better.
Peter: Why didn’t you say anything, stór beag? You know I would have gotten you away from him and then dealt with him.
Kayleigh: Because it was my time to protect the family.
Peter: Protect the family? Protect the family from what?
Kayleigh: He had footage of Oscar beating a man and other evidence against you and Cillian.
Peter: My sweet stór beag,you should know by now that we can easily make any evidence he has disappear along with his body. You never have to sacrifice yourself for us.
Kayleigh: I’m sorry, especially since I’m no longer as valuable to the family.
Peter: What the hell are you talking about?
Kayleigh: He raped me, and I’m pregnant with his baby.
I hear a loud thud from the other end of the phone and him take a deep breath. And another before speaking again.
Peter: I’m going to fucking kill him. What do you want to do?
Kayleigh: I don’t know.
Peter: How far along are you?
Kayleigh: I didn’t ask. I was in too much shock when I found out. He took out my implant without me realizing, but the doctor said I still have time to decide.
Peter: Okay, next time you see the doctor, ask how far along you are and take the time you need to decide what you want to do. I would be on a plane to get you, but things are not so safe right now. I’m actually sending the women and children to Italy. I can have them come to get you after.
Kayleigh: Am I safe here?
Peter: I wouldn’t have asked Erik to get you if I didn’t think you would be safe.
Kayleigh: Then I will stay here. I think I also need time to think about what I want, and I won’t be able to do that with Mama hovering over me.
Peter: Yes, you are probably right, but I want you to check in with me every day. I will have Erik get you a phone.
Kayleigh: Okay. Will you tell Emilia I’m okay? She will know something is up if I’m not with the other women and children.
Peter: She knows something happened, but I will tell her you are okay and will reach out to her in a few days. Please do, because otherwise she will be a pain in my ass.
Kayleigh: I promise.
Peter: Good. Go rest. I love you, stór beag. Call me if you need me.
Kayleigh: I will, Daidí. Tell everyone I miss them and love them. And I love you too.
Peter: I will.
I hang up and slowly walk over to the door, opening it to find Erik leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest, shooting daggers at the door. I barely am able to admire his huge arms before his eyes look up at me. I hold his phone out to him and he takes it from my hands. He puts it in his pocket before he swoops me up in his arms and marches me back in the room and tucks me in bed.
“Stay here. I will have food sent up; you need to rest,” he says. Without waiting for another word, he is out of the room.
Erik
I had to leave the room before my anger suffocated me. I couldn’t believe it when I overheard my little clover say that she was raped and pregnant with his baby. I was ready to fly back to England and burn every inch to the ground, making sure I killed Andrew. Kayleigh didn’t need my anger though she needs my patience and strength right now.
I had assigned one of the maids to be Kayleigh’s personal maid already, and I find her and tell her to take food in.
“If anyone gives you a hard time about anything, you let me know. Whatever she wants, she gets.”
“Yes, Mr. Duncan.”
“I expect hourly updates.”
She nods before rushing off to the kitchen. I turn and make my way to my office. Once inside, I sit in the chair behind the desk and immediately call Grant.
Grant: Hello, boss.
Erik: Do you have an update for me?
Grant: Not yet. He must know people he can hide with.
Erik: Well, fucking find him.
Grant: I am. I promise the moment he surfaces, I will know.
Erik: You better use every resource available to find him, otherwise it will be your life on the line.
Grant: Understand, boss.
I hang up the phone and slump my shoulders as I run my hands through my hair.
I need to sort through my feelings about her being pregnant by Andrew. What will I do if she wants to keep it? Can I raise the baby and not hate it because of who its father is? Will I treat them differently than our own kids? Can I still be with her? If I’m not, that means another man will kiss her, touch her, fuck her. No! She is mine; I will learn to love her child.
It’s not her fault or the child’s that Andrew is a piece of shit and raped her. She needs a man by her side, and that man is me. I will be her man, her husband, and father to her children. I will love her, cherish her.
My cock gets hard thinking about her laid out in our bed with her face flushed as red as her hair and her vibrant green eyes shining in lust and need for me. I will enjoy having her tightly wrapped around my cock as I bring her to the edge again and again.
One. Month.
I will give her a month to process the idea of her being mine. I will be gentle for now, but once that month is up…
I smile thinking about what our future will hold, I will spoil her with the most expensive clothes, shoes, jewelry, cars. Whatever my seamrag bheag wants, my seamrag bheag gets.
But in the meantime, I will be hunting Andrew down and making sure he pays for what he did to her. I might be a depraved motherfucker, but to cage someone like he did to Kayleigh? I would never have done that. But since he thinks it is okay to do to someone, I hope he enjoys it. Except I’m going to make it a bit more fun… well, at least for me.