Illegal Love

I knew how these things go. Women who were kidnapped get trafficked and sold like dogs, and I was not about to let these girls be victims. I let myself ponder for some time trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I weighed all the options. But sadly, there wasn't anything except for one, and my heart had no desire to do it."Listen I have a plan. When those doors open, you wait five minutes and then you take these girls and you run. You keep running and you don't look back."Her face was in complete shock."What about you?"Her eyes were scared, yet she was determined."I said to run and do not look back. Don't worry about me, just know you will see home again. These girls will return home. Understand?" She nodded her head and she followed through.I thought my plan would fail, but to my surprise, it worked, and it haunts me every night as I dream of what happened. I never told anyone how I rescued those girls, and I am not proud, but they got to see another day. Unfortunatel

He slowly retracts his arms and steps back from me."What do you mean you're pregnant with my baby?"Carter stumbles over his words, running his hands over his ashy blonde hair until it is out of its normal flow."I think that covers it. I know it's not what you wanted but I won't get rid of it."He looks at me in shock and wraps me in his embrace again."I'd never ask you to do that, you should know that. I love you, Nadia."I let the heat from his body soothe the anxiety arising."I need you to stop being a coward and get us out of here, please. I can't do this anymore, and he is going to find out about this baby. I don't want this life anymore."Tears begin staining his shirt; I blame the hormones for making me so emotional. How are we going to get out of this situation? We've been on this emotional roller coaster for the past three years, and it feels like there is no winning. The pressure is on him to have to choose between his family, and some girl carrying his child."I am going

We arrived home not long after, Carter was staying over because he was taking Carlos to the airport in the morning. “Son, go get ready for bed, and I better not find you on that tablet either.” He gave me an eye roll right before he ran upstairs. “I am pretty tired; I will see you tomorrow.” Carter headed upstairs, and here I was completely drained. I scurried up the stairs and was heading for my bedroom when I noticed the lamp was on. I slowly open the door to see Carlos in bed with the one and only, Erika. She works at one of the warehouses and has been sleeping with him for a while now. He never allowed her to sleepover, but of course, here they are. I was tired and I didn’t want to bother. I quickly changed then headed downstairs and slept on the couch. I had no energy to fight with him at this point. Sleep took over, but sleep wasn’t nice to me. I had the same dream all the time. Everything was dark, and I was back in the van with those kids. They were crying and I was defens

We typically chose not to fight in public for Bently but as we were riding in the car, my raging hormones got the better of me. “I can’t believe you would pull such a stunt. What? You can’t do it yourself, you coward!” He reached over for my hand which I snatched away quickly. “Nadia, not now.” He demanded, but he was calm. That’s one thing that was amazing about him. He has been mad before and spoke to me sternly, yet he never yelled at me or anyone. I was a raging tornado, and he was those high mountains that stopped me in my tracks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He looked at me pleadingly. I wanted to knock his stupid head off his body. “The tattoo you dimwit. He was one of your men in the UK. Lie to me again.” I saw the nervous look on his face which was all the proof I needed. I knew he was dumb, but this was another level of ignorance. “If he would have gotten caught, he would have told Carlos about the money my family has for me. My family could get hurt. He took

He really kept to his word. I was over here more often than not. Especially since I knew my lovely husband was out sleeping around. It gave more time for that, but then things took a horrible turn. About seven months after Carlos and I had gotten into an argument. I wasn’t feeling very well, and I woke up really late. Bently was still in PJs, and Carlos came home during lunchtime and things weren’t ready. He could care less how I felt, and I talked back to him. He had wrapped his hands around my throat and slammed me against the wall. When I fell to the ground, he grabbed me by the arms to pick me up. When I pulled back, he let go and I hit my face against the bed frame. He was leaving that night and told me he was taking me to Carter’s house. Everything was all so last minute that when I walked into Carter's house, I called out for him. “I am in my bedroom, Nadia!” He yelled. I quickly put Bently down for bedtime in the guest room and walked over to his bedroom.When I walked in, he w