We'll Fvcking K!ll You Ourselves

Olivia's POV

“Oh God, it hurts,” I gasped, clutching my stomach.

The pain was sharp. My whole body was shaking so much, the cold was digging into my bones.

"Liam?" My lips barely moved.

The world was fading in and out.

“Get her out of there!” a hard voice barked. "Put her in the car, now!"

Another voice answered with a panicked tone. “I–I was just trying to take her to the hospital, sir! She collapsed at the gate... no one would help, even when I called! I had no choice, I swear, I didn't want her to die out there! I couldn’t just leave her there!”

I forced my eyes open when I heard something creak. Everything blurred. I looked around anyway, and noticed I was lying in the backseat of a car, blood was sticking to my skin.

Outside, dark figures moved, surrounding the car. Snow was falling heavily around them.

“Where… where am I?” I whispered.

“Mrs. Smith,” a calm, familiar voice answered.

It was Vincent.

“You’ll be taken care of. A doctor is waiting.”

“Vincent. My... babies…” My voice cracked.

He leaned closer and slid his arms under me. I cried as pain tore through my body, but he lifted me like I weighed nothing. My head fell against his shoulder. Through the blur, I saw a man kneeling on his knees in the snow, his hands were up. It was the cab driver. He was surrounded by Liam’s men.

"Mrs. Smith–ma'am, please tell them I didn't–"

“Take him away,” Vincent ordered coldly. “I’ll report to the boss.”

The driver screamed as they took him away. He was twisting his body against the men in black suits.

Meanwhile, Vincent carried me to another car, a black SUV parked by the road.

I tried to fight the darkness, tried to form words, but only one broken plea escaped. “My babies… where are my babies? I want to see them…”

Then everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes again, angry voices surrounded me.

“We won't take this bullshit!” my mom, Diane, shouted. “This wasn’t the plan! They’re cutting us out, Harold, after everything we did!”

“They can’t do that,” my dad roared back. His breathing was heavy, like a bull ready to charge. “We put in the work, Diane! Years of it! And now that they’ve got the babies, they think they can toss us aside? Not a chance. They can't do that shit to us!”

I flinched as something crashed to the floor. It was probably one of the knickknacks from the windowsill. Dad's fist slammed into the wall, the sound made me clutch the sheets tighter.

Their nasty temper was nothing new, but this felt worse... more dangerous.

I blinked, taking in the room. Somehow, I was in my old bedroom, the one from my parents' house in Willow Creek, a small town on the outskirts of Aspen Hills. The faded Lilo and Stitch posters still clung to the walls, my teenage years before Liam swept me into his world.

When I looked down, I saw that an IV pricked my hand, and I was dressed in thick Lilo and Stitch pajamas. The fabric was soft but it was too warm against my sweaty skin.

My body ached all over. Every inch of me.

“Harold, calm down,” mom said as she gripped his arm. Then her voice turned sharp. "We'll go to them. We'll handle it. It’s that brat's fault. She pissed off the Smiths. She ruined everything.”

Their heads snapped toward me at the same time. And I gasped.

“Mom? Dad?” I whispered, shrinking back against the headboard.

My dad's face darkened. “Oh, good. You’re awake.” He stepped closer, his massive body towered over me.

Before I could speak, my mom's hand struck my face. The crack of the slap echoed in the small room. My head snapped to the side and pain instantly exploded across my cheek.

“Mom!” I cried, clutching my face as tears burned hot down my cheeks.

Pain stabbed my stomach as I struggled to sit up. I bit my lip hard and tried to stay strong, but the sobs came anyway. I couldn’t stop crying.

“Why the hell did you go to the Smith estate, Olivia?” mom screamed, pointing a finger at me. “You ruined everything, you idiot! Because of your stupidity, they cut off our monthly support checks. Five more months of money, gone! All because of you! You blew it all!”

My head spun.

I blinked really hard. “What... what are you talking about?” My voice shook. “What support checks? Haven't you been asking me for money since I married Liam? Every damn week, begging me for cash, saying you need it for bills, for the house–”

“Shut up!” dad roared, his fist curling like he would hit me next. “You don’t get to question us. Stay the hell away from the Smiths! You better not set foot near that estate again, you hear me? We're going to beg the Smiths to pay what they owe us, and you better pray they do, or you'll be sorry, Olivia."

I pushed against the headboard, forcing myself upright despite the stabbing pain. “Are you hearing yourselves? You’re worried about money while Liam stole my babies? Your grandkids? He shoved divorce papers at me in the hospital, hours after I gave birth, and now he thinks he can erase me?"

I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and then added. "I won't back off! They’re my babies. He can take the marriage, but he doesn’t get to take them. I’ll die before I let that happen!”

They stared at me, then burst into laughter.

“What babies?” my mom sneered. “What marriage, Olivia? You need to focus on your goddamn life and forget every single thing about those babies and your so-called marriage to Liam. For your own good.”

Dad's voice dropped to a more dangerous tone as he stepped closer. “If you don’t, we’ll fvcking kill you ourselves.”

“What?” I whispered, but they didn’t answer.

They turned and stormed out, slamming the door so hard it shook the walls.

I sat there trembling. My chest was tight.

None of it made sense. Support checks, their threats, pretending my babies didn’t exist. The only thing clear was the ache tearing me apart. My twins were out there, trapped in that mansion, and even my parents had turned against me.

I covered my face with my hands and started crying harder now. My body was shaking so much until I thought I would break apart. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think past the memory of my babies’ cries.

I had to get them back. No matter what. Even if it meant fighting Liam, his family… even my own blood. But deep down I knew the truth: I was nothing compared to them. Just a ghost in a blood-stained gown, clawing at gates that would never open.

A sharp tap on the window suddenly jolted me. My head snapped up, but I didn't see anything. All I noticed was the light spilling in. It was no longer dark outside. I wondered how long I had been out.

Then I saw it. A masked face pressed against the glass. My eyes widened.

“Who the hell are you?” I said, scrambling back.

No answer.

The figure shoved something through the crack under the window. A folded note hit the floor. When I looked again, they were gone.

My legs shook as I staggered up and peered outside, but I didn't see anything. Just the quiet street and trees swaying softly.

I wiped my tears and picked up the paper. My stomach dropped at the words I could barely read:

"No more excuses, Olivia. Now that those little bastards are born, I expect you at our usual spot. One month to heal. Don’t screw me over. You know what happens if I come for you."

I crushed the paper in my fist, anger was burning hot through my fear.

“You bastard,” I hissed. “I’m done letting you own me. Fvck you!”