All Chapters of In The Devil's Embrace : Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

MARYJANE I’m about to call him when I hear a loud ‘thump’ noise come from the living room. The unsettled feeling I have in my stomach tells me that whatever it is, it isn’t good.“Tony?” I ask, opening the bathroom door.“Go to your room and lock the door.”The thump noise was an attempt to break down the front door. Whatever they used would’ve broken a normal door the first try, but Gustavo has his reinforced with steel.Tony’s crouched behind the sofa and has his gun pointed at the door.“Now, Maryjane!”I bolt to my room and lock the door. Slippers lounges on my bed and lazily grooms his paws. He’s completely oblivious to the situation, because he’s just a dumb cat.I grab him and huddle in the corner between my bed and the wall, my tears falling into his fur. He squirms his paw out and resumes licking it. Oh, I wish I could be a cat right now.There’s a second thump, and I hear the door fly off the hinges and clatter on the floor. Men start to yell in Spanish, and gunfire breaks

MARYJANE I think I’ve been here a day and a half. It’s hard to say, because they keep me in an area with no windows. The men have locked me in a tiny cell. It’s connected to two of the concrete walls, and the other two are steel bars. I need to ask any time I want to use the bathroom. They didn’t know I was pregnant, so the first time I urgently requested ‘el bano’—at least I know the word in Spanish—they ignored me. I threw up through the cell bars. They slapped me after and made me clean it up. I asked to go to the bathroom, why the heck are the men getting mad at me when it’s their fault. It happened one more time before they got smart and gave me a bucket. I’m stuck in a small cell that smells like my vomit. Sometimes I catch the smell, and it makes me puke again. My situation is even worse than the status of my environment. The man who killed Slippers is the one who watches me most of the time. I hate looking at him. All I can see is his face as he took his knife and ripped ope

MARYJANE “We need to hurry,” Gustavo worries. “What if the baby is hurt?”Gustavo is convinced that Eduardo hurt the baby. The truth is he and his men didn’t touch me—other than the first time I puked—while I was in that cell. I know Gustavo is picturing them kicking my stomach, but that’s not how it happened.It’s the next morning, and we’re at an OBGYN. Gustavo used his ‘connections’—I bet he paid someone or twisted their arm—to get me seen.“It’s not for another fifteen minutes, calm down,” I say.Gustavo is most definitely not calm. He’s pacing back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for my name to be called. I’m glad he made the appointment before they opened, because he looks like a mad man right now.“Hey,” I say, grabbing his pant leg. “It’s going to be alright.”He runs his hand through his hair. Gustavo looks like a mess. I’ve never seen his hair so disheveled, or the bags under his eyes this dark.“I know.” He says it more for himself than me.When they call my name, h

GUSTAVO Maryjane is five months pregnant. Her stomach is already huge from the two babies that are growing inside of it. She has started to waddle when she walks, and it’s the most adorable thing ever.She’s so hot pregnant. I love showing off that I’ve claimed her as mine. The minute these babies are out of her stomach I’m going to want to put another there.“Ugh,” Maryjane whines as she holds her back. “They’re so big.”“Well, I am their father.” I smirk at her and she glares at me.“Sex was a bad idea. I had it and got pregnant within a month.”She doesn’t mean it. Maryjane has just been bitchy because she’s so uncomfortable. I’ve heard her whine about every inconvenience for about a month now. She nearly had a meltdown when there was a rock in her shoe two days ago.It doesn’t help that the hormones are getting to her. She’ll start crying at random times. The girl has started sobbing in the middle of movies, because they were out of her favorite ice cream, and once because she sa