chapter five

Pov Tyler Miller.

I was sitting on the couch, bandaging my arm it hurt like hell. The pain intensified when Justin poured alcohol on the wound to prevent infection. I could feel the entire length of my arm burning as if it were on fire, increasing the anger I felt towards that person.

"What are you going to do with her?" Josh asked while adjusting the black bag full of money.

"I'm going to make her suffer immensely!" I replied, grabbing a set of knives and a pair of polished silver handcuffs.

"Why don't you just kill her, like you did with her parents?" Justin asked, confused.

"Because before killing her, I want to give her the worst experience she can have, making her live in hell. That's why I married her to put an end to the Parker family!" I shrugged, showing indifference.

"The money is already here, the shipment has been delivered to the guards, Josh got his morphine, you won't feel pain, and the doctor said the shot grazed you, it was easy to remove the bullet. No possible complications, and we can enjoy the rest of the night to have some fun!" Justin said with a victorious smile on his lips.

"I heard they opened a nightclub near the main square, and the girls there are extremely hot!" Josh commented, thoughtfully.

"As if you could get one of them without paying!" I mocked, finishing counting the money we had and putting it in the safe.

"At least the girls I pick up at night don't want to shoot me with a .35 caliber pistol or put a bullet in my chest!" he mocked when I was changing the dressing, which was soaked in blood.

I looked at him full of anger but remained silent, rubbing alcohol on my wound. As soon as I finished having fun with the prostitutes, that person would pay for making me feel pain!

"I advise you to take a shower!" Justin said, crossing his arms and pointing to the vacant bathroom.

"I don't stink, and it's just blood, don't tell me you're going to faint!" I said ironically as I discarded the dirty gauze in the trash.

We went to the nightclub in my car, and as soon as we entered, a hot blonde approached to offer her services.

"Mr. Mitchell, so good to see you here!" she whispered in my ear, licking her lips full of desire.

"So you know me?" I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and she smiled shyly.

"Everyone knows the Mitchell family... The club owner said you and your friends are welcome anytime. You're our special guests. Let me introduce you to the VIP area!" she said, swaying in front of us with a red mini-skirt and an extremely thin lace thong.

The woman in front of us led us to the main room, where it was full of other women wearing tiny outfits. She took advantage of sitting on my lap and started grinding, while some danced, trying to extract money from the guests.

"Let's have some fun tonight, darling!" she whispered, biting my earlobe.

I allowed her to sit openly on my lap, and I roamed my hands between ample breasts, sliding them down to her buttocks with extreme desire. I planned to possess her that night, if that damn phone hadn't rung, abruptly interrupting my plans to have sex all night.

"Hello? Who's speaking?" I asked impatiently, irritated by this person interrupting my enjoyment.

"Sir, Miss Emily is not well!" Emma said from the other end of the line.

"You called me for this? Give her some painkillers!" I responded impatiently, about to hang up.

I heard her take a few steps away from someone, beginning to whisper on the phone as if sharing a secret.

"She needs a hospital, urgently. Emily is losing a lot of blood!" Emma said anxiously.

"Let her die and call the funeral home to order a coffin!" I shrugged, indifferent.

"Mr. Mitchell, you're not understanding. I think Emily is having a miscarriage; the blood doesn't stop flowing between her legs, and she's experiencing severe abdominal pain!" Emma said nervously.

My heart froze. I never thought about having a child, but I had lost a sister when she was still in my mother's womb. I wouldn't care if Emily died, as it would complete my plan. But if she was carrying my child, that would change a lot. She couldn't lose this baby.

"What's wrong, dear? Don't you want to have some fun?" the woman beside me tried to provoke me, rubbing her breasts in my face.

I pushed her abruptly, grabbed the car keys, and went straight to it. I drove as fast as I could, and as I was already close to home, I arrived quickly. I opened the door and saw so much blood on the sofa, where Emma was next to Emily, almost completely unconscious.

"To the hospital!" I shouted nervously.

"I can't walk!" Emily groaned in pain.

I picked her up and placed her in the car. Throughout the entire journey, she kept screaming, saying that if she died, it would be my fault. Emma hadn't told her about the possible miscarriage.

When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor didn't ask me anything, as he knew who I was. He simply took Emily to the emergency room and started conducting various tests to identify the cause of the bleeding.

"Accompanying Miss Parker?" a nurse came to call me. "Please follow me to the doctor's office," she said seriously.

I followed the nurse to the room where Emily was, along with the doctor.

"She's still asleep. We injected a sedative to examine her."

"I tried to wait for the doctor to finish speaking, but I couldn't hold back. With anxiety, it had been a long time since Emily had checked into the hospital, and I had been without news for hours."

"Was it a baby after all?" I asked, confused and afraid that I might have been responsible for the death of my child; I would never be able to forgive myself for that.