Chapter 156 The Vulture’s Nest
\[Lilia\]
“Move bitch!”
Ronan’s voice roared at my side while I struggled to keep my footing as he dragged me harshly into the stairs. I tried not to trip, one hand holding my belly, cursing the bastard.
I have no idea where he was taking me, but as I looked over my shoulder, I could no longer see Kael, just the thick cloud of dust and the loud gunfire reverberating.
Nothing left but chaos and it’s everywhere.
We came to the corridor, but instead of going to the wing leading to my room, Ronan was taking me to the opposite. My feet strained from following his brisk steps.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” My attention went down the hallway we were weaving. I have never been to this place in the palace.
“Let me go!” I cried, clawing Ronan’s wrist, but the bastard just won't budge.
Damn it!
He steered me through the darkened hallway, and then we stopped in front of a door, he twisted the knob and kicked it open. Ronan forcedly tugged me, hurling me inside.
A yelp tore through my throat as my feet stumbled against my ankles, prompting my fall. I quickly spun around, protecting my belly from the impact. My elbows and knees struck the floor, and pain blared on the spot.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” I cried, slowly pushing myself up, heeding to my body if the fall somehow affected my baby.
Fortunately, I'm alright aside from my knees and elbows, there is no sign of bleeding.
Oh, thank God.
Please, baby, hang in my tummy okay? We're going to get through this.
Ronan shut the door, and it only dawned on me that he had taken me to his room. How do I know? Simple, it reeks of his scent. The stench of cigarettes, strong alcohol, and certain other substances make me want to throw up. There wasn't so much around his room, but in the corner of my eyes, I caught a used crumpled foil loitering on top of his coffee table.
He’s using drugs.
“Why did you take me here?” My voice slightly trembled at the thought of it as I stared into his eyes, seeing that they were rimmed with red.
He’s high.
He sauntered closer, his gun pointing into my head. I stood still, my heart caught in my throat.
I definitely cannot fight him head-on. I need to be cautious. I’m a small woman, and Ronan could simply knock me off with his brute force.
He halted an arm away. The cold barrel of his gun pressed at the center of my forehead.
“You think you can escape just because you’re now married? You’re wrong, I’m going to kill your beloved husband so you can marry me.” He snorted, nose obnoxiously twitching.
I refused to give him my submission and I jutted my chin upwards in defiance.
“That’s not going to happen, he’ll kill you first.”
“Not when I have you as my hostage.” He yanked my arm again, dragging me into his bed. Ronan pulled something from the drawer on his side table before he pushed me down into the mattress.
“He’ll be on the hunt saving your ass.” He added, taking the rope in front of me, binding my wrists so tight that the rough material nipped down on my skin.
I bite down my lips so hard that it hurts while watching Ronan tie the rope into a complicated knot. He then proceeded to bind my ankles, before he stood up.
I glared up at him, throwing him my most hateful stare, thinking of a thousand ways of murdering him.
“Pa will never allow this.”
Ronan bent down to his hips, leveling his face to me and keeping all my efforts not to spit on him right away.
“Your husband is his enemy, you think he would hold a grudge against me for killing his nemesis?”
As much as I hate it, but he’s right. Pa wouldn’t care about Kael, and if he thinks that the only way to keep me safe is letting Ronan get what he wants, then there's no stopping this bastard.
“I will never bear you a child.” I sneered indignantly. That is the only reason why he wanted to marry me. A child with De Luca blood. An heir that he will have power upon.
The one he can control.
“By all means, you will. I will make sure of it.” He picked up the gun he had set aside earlier and tucked it right into his belt. “Now stay here, I have your husband to hunt.”
“Fuck you! Burn in hell, you bastard!”
Ronan turned heedless of my vehement screams. He just left me inside his room and the last thing I heard was the clicking of the doorknob, locking me up.
I need to get out of here. I don't doubt Kael’s capability to fight, I know he can take Ronan down, but he's injured. And knowing that son of a bitch, I'm sure he won't play nice and square.
Damn it!
He had tied the rope securely around my wrist. Too intricate and tight. I wouldn't want to risk standing with my ankles bound together. I might trip and fall, putting my baby in danger. I'm still in my first trimester and the chance of miscarriage is high.
I look around his room, hoping to see anything that is just within my reach to cut the rope, but all I can see is the lighter along with the foil on the coffee table far across the bed.
Damn fool. Does he really think I won’t try to get away from here?
If Sasha is here I know she can figure a way out of here,, and I just have to think like her. She’s the one that trained me. She taught me essential things when it comes to scenarios just like this and I have to get the lighter.
Ronan’s bed is freaking high, my feet hovered above the floor, and I have to wriggle my way carefully down without falling.
Loud gunshots and explosions could still be heard in this wing. I just pray that Kael is on the winning side and beats the hell out of that bastard Ronan.
I slide down to my butt, knees up, and then start worming myself around the bed and into the table. Being pregnant and moving around isn’t what it feels like before even though I’m still yet to show my belly. Right now I’m panting excessively like a dog.
“Alright, baby. You got to help mom, okay?” I say, looking down at my stomach. “We’ve got to help dad.”