All Chapters of All Shades of Passion: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Monalisa POV.They brought me to a room.Inside were two ladies, in their bras and panties. Once the door swung open, the ladies ran to us, grabbing the guys by their shirts and trousers."Please give me one fix," one with short brown hair begged. "I'll do anything you ask me to."Another girl with blonde hair, which was dirty, matted, and disheveled, wrapped her arms around one of the guys' waists. "I'm sorry that I went to the police when you let me go. I'll never do it again, I swear. Just give me one shot," she pleaded, clinging to him.The two guys shoved me to the ground, then went ahead to dislodge the girl's grip on their bodies."I just gave you a shot this morning, Janet," one said, prying her fingers loose from his pants."You're not getting a shot, Karen," the other pulled the blonde's hands from his waist and pushed her aside. "That's your punishment for going to the police once we let you go.""Please..." Karen, dropped to her knees. "I'm going crazy without it.""I gue

Monalisa POV."Step away from my girlfriend," Greg said, pointing the gun at Ethan. He and his friends descended the steps with their guns in hand, aiming at the frat boys. They were holding a variety of guns, ranging from small shotguns to larger models.When Ethan moved away from me, he looked at me from head to toe, taking note of my shackles and appearance with anger blazing in his eyes.His gaze swung back to Ethan, "I've seen you before, haven't I?" His frown deepened, "You're that twerp from the club, yeah?" Ethan's eyes darted guiltily, but he remained silent.Greg's face darkened with a murderous glint and a muscle jumped in his jaw. "Oh, fuck it!" He exclaimed and shot Ethan in the foot."Greg!" His friends yelled in unison."What?" He raised a shoulder, "He deserved it.""Ahhh!" Ethan yelped and jumped on one leg, clutching his injured foot.His friends tried to advance, but Lil Cash, Myles, and Denzel had their own guns pointed at them. "Take another step, and you'll be

Monalisa POV. I felt a jolt of surprise at his question, my heart skipping a beat. Why was he asking about my period now, and what did it have to do with the strange smell? I tried to laugh it off, hoping to deflect his attention. "That was out of nowhere, why are you interested in my menstrual cycle?" I asked lightly, but my mind was racing. When was my last period? It was supposed to be due... I froze, my thoughts grinding to a halt. My palms grew sweaty as I met his gaze, and I could sense the alarm rising in my chest. He cocked a brow, his eyes piercing mine. "It's not what you're thinking, Greg," I said, forcing a chuckle, trying to keep the conversation light. But he wasn't buying it. His next question caught me off guard. "How many times did you go for your bi-weekly visits to the doctor?" My heart sank, and I knew I was in trouble. I had only gone once, and I knew Greg would not be pleased. "I visited the doctor, Greg. Didn't she send you the results the fi

Monalisa POV.He looked so weakened by confession, and I sensed a shift in his resolve, the walls around his heart crumbling, his defense breaking.My heart ached for him, and I knew had to keep trying. To seize the moment and press on.With a gentle urgency, I pushed forward, determined to convince him. "Remember when you said the laws were made to be broken?" I asked, casting his mind back to that moment in his car when he'd sped through the roads of Vegas.I covered his hands with mine, holding them firm against my belly. "If laws can be broken, so can rules. Please, for the sake of the future we could have together, let's try."His fingers were splayed across my abdomen, and I could feel my womb clenching within. The thought of carrying a part of him inside me made me feel happy as well as scared for the future.His fingers started to rub my belly, going in circles, and for a minute, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes.But then he withdrew his hand, his face closing of

Monalisa POV.I was scared of the unknown, the potential consequences. It was like being stuck in limbo. But taking this test was the only way to move forward, to regain control over my life.Once again, I glanced down at the test strips on my bedside drawer.What if it's positive? What if my life was about to change forever? The uncertainty was paralyzing me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was standing at a crossroad, with two vastly different paths stretched out before me. One path represented the life I knew, the other a future that could be.But as I sat here, feeling sorry for myself. I knew I had a choice to make.I could either continue to wallow in sorrow and self-pity, yearning for a relationship that was in shambles.Or I could take the bold step, take the test, and find out what the future held for me.With that resolve in mind, I grabbed one test strip and ripped it open. Walking into the bathroom, I sat over the toilet bowl and drew my panties down, peeing