HELLO THERE ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, I'M BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER. I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG, BUT IT FINALS TIME IN UNIVERSITY, AND I'VE BEEN WORKING LIKE A BITCH TO FINISH ALL OF MY ASIGNSMENTS. ANYWHORE, HERE'S A CHAPTER FOR YOU, I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

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PIC OF HOUSE.

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Chapter 6

Jessy's P.O.V

"Mik!"

I hate the bastard!

I banged my hands on the door as hard as a can. I've been locked in this godforsaken room for over three hours, and as much as I scream and break thing, Mik still ignored me.

The asshole decided to lock me in the room because I tried to escape from the stupid house that he had us locked up in.

That night when he brought us to the house, I fell asleep in the car and only woke when we were in front of the house. The only thing I knew about the place he was keeping us hostage in, is that he had it heavily surrounded, not only by the iron gate but by the multitude of armed guards I saw while plotting my escape.

I banged the door one last time then gave up, moving over to the bed, I sat down. I frowned at the bed that just twelve hours ago I was in, letting Mik f**k my brains out. He thought that because I let him f**K me that I wasn't going to try to escape, but the moment he was asleep I took my chance. However, one of the guards caught me and told Mik, who thought the best way to punish me was to lock me in the room like a child.

I sighed. With nothing to do, I thought back to what got me into my current situation. Everything started with Mik going against my wishes and telling the kids that he's their father.

The twins, however, were surprising accepting of him. They were confused, they kept asking when they were going to see Frank again, and I didn't know what to tell them. I stumble over my words, trying to come up with something that they would understand, but in the end, it was Mik who told them.

He sat them down and told them that Frank went to go live with the angels. I almost choked listening to him explain why it was that they were never going to see the only father that they'd ever known.

"Why did he go live with the angels?"

Gemini's voice wobbled as she asked the question. Her eyes were welded up with tears. She looked at Mik with so much trust, hoping that he'd be able to tell her why she was never going to see Frank again.

"Because they were lonely and needed company, so Frank volunteered to live with them. So, the angels sent me to come and take care, you guys."

Her little-pouted lips wobbled, but she nodded her head, trying her best to be a big girl and not cry. However, Jasper was not buying any of it. He eyed Mik with suspicious eyes; I almost laughed at the look that my son with giving his father.

"Frank would never leave us without saying goodbye; he says it's good manners to always say goodbye to the people you love before you leave."

As much as Jasper was trying to be a big boy and not cry, I could see the tears that he was trying so hard not to let fall. In an instance, I was holding him in my arms, comforting him. I let him know that it was ok to cry and that Frank would want him to be a big boy and take care of his little sister.

His little arms squeezed me as he finally gave into his tears and cried. With Jasper in my arms and Gemini in Mik's arms, I looked at him, hoping to see a bit of remorse for what he did, but all I saw was white hot anger, all was directed at me.

When Jasper finished crying, he pulled back and looked at me. The words that came out of his mouth made me want to run and hide after I saw the dark look Mik gave me.

"Mommy, did the baby in your belly went to go live with the angels too?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, avoiding eye contact with Mik. I smiled at my son, his eyes so full of innocence and hope.

"No sweetie, the baby is still in mommy's tummy, waiting to get big enough to come out and meet you and Gemmy."

He nodded his little head, but the sad look was still in his eyes. Gemini hopped off of the chair and loudly declared that she was going to write a letter to the angels asking them to let Frank come back for a visit. Jasper followed behind her, but not to help her write her letter, instead, he teased her about being a baby, telling her that Frank was dead and he's never coming back. Ever!

His words broke my heart, and I couldn't help hate myself for bringing Frank into my f**ked up life, and Mik for being the asshole that he is.

When the kids were out of view, Mik moved fast, grabbing me by my arms and forcefully pulling me to my feet. I hissed in pain, but I squared my shoulders and faced him head on. My eyes were narrowed as I stared at him.

"You're hurting me," I said through clenched teeth.

"Get rid of it."

I gave him a confused look, "What?"

He grabbed my other arm, pulling me flush against him. His fingers were still digging into my skin.

"That thing you've got growing inside of you."

I tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. I wanted to kick him where I knew he'd hurt but the closeness of our bodies was stopping me. When it became apparent that I wasn't going to get free of him, I gave up and settled for glaring at him.

"This thing growing inside of me is called a baby."

"It's not f**king mine!" He said with barely contain rage.

"So, because it's not yours I should get rid of it?"

He was confusing me, one minute he was telling me how seeing my blood on his knife was all he could think about, and the next he was acting like he still has feelings for me. All the pulling and tugging with him was starting to give me a headache.

I got no answer for him, so I asked a different question.

"I thought that you hated me and wanted to see me dead?"

His eyes got very stormy; it was filled with a mixture of raw hatred and raw passion. I was ashamed to say that the way he looked at me brought something alive inside of me, something that has been dead for years.

"Oh, I do hate you, and dead is the only way I've seen you for over eight years."

That pissed me off, and I wanted to slap him, but since I was still held captive by him, I setting for pissing him off back.

"How it must have ruined your plans to murder me when you found out that the woman you hate had two kids by you."

His hold tightened, and he smirked at me, "Trust me, Jessica, killing the mother of my child has never been a problem for me before, so, I don't see how it will be a problem now."

I gasped at his words, my entire body started shaking, but it wasn't from fear, it was from daring to hope.

"You killed Simone?" My question was barely above a whisper, but I knew that he heard me.

Mik mistook my reaction as fear, and his smirk turned into a satisfied smile. "I don't take too kindly to women betraying me, even if they are the mother of my children."

My body went weak in his arms, as I let the relief flow through me. I've never been so happy that a person was dead in my life before. Mik held me up, stopping me from sliding to the floor. He had to keep me close to prevent me from falling again, but the moment our bodies touched, I broke down, crying like I've never cried before.

I kept chanting, "She can't hurt them anymore, she can't hurt them anymore."

Mik was still for a minute, but then he swept me up in his arms and carried me off somewhere. I didn't know where he was talking me, but at that moment I didn't care.

When he set me down on the bed, and I looked around the room, I saw that it was the room that he was staying in. My sobs had eased up, so I sat up and looked at him, giving him a confused look.

His eyes were focused on me, a look that I couldn't read was in his eyes. But if there was one thing I knew for sure, it's that he was pissed off. We stayed like that for a few minutes, with him staring at me, and me trying not to squirm, which I was failing at miserably.

When he finally spoke, I was so happy, but what he asked had me on edge again because I didn't know how to answer him.

"What do you mean by, she can't hurt them?"

I opened my mouth to answer him, but then closed it again. I did that a few times, and it started to piss him off even more.

"Jessica!"

I jumped, but I still said nothing. I looked everywhere but at his face, racking my brain for a way to distract him and maybe get him to stop asking questions that I wasn't ready to answer. I shifted a bit, causing the top I was wearing to slid a little off of my shoulders, and it was only for a moment, but Mik's eyes caught the movement and a flash of desire passed in his eyes before he schooled it.

Deciding to use that to my advantage, and take a leap that he wouldn't turn me down. Without thinking about what the consequence of my action would be later, I took a deep breath and lifted the top over my head.

His eyes widened, then he gave me an amused look like he knew what I was doing but was going to play along to see how far I was will to go to keep my secret.

I knew that I'd have to tell him later, but at the moment I wanted to keep my experience of dealing with his crazy ex to myself.

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Kinsley's P.O.V

I eyed the chart in my hands, frowning at what the results showed. I've run so many tests, and they've all come back the same. I was about to ran another test but was interrupted by my boyfriend.

"Kins, you're going to get me into trouble, I told you before that you can't just come and help yourself to the medical equipment in the hospital where I do my residency."

He was frowning at me, but I knew that he was not upset with me. I put the paper containing the results back into my bag and turned to him, a sweet smile on my face.

"Two more years of med school and I'll be joining you here."

He stepped further into the room, closing the door to the lab behind him. His eyes scanned my body, starting from the bottom working his way up. I gave him my best sexy smile which made him chuckle.

"You are going to be one f**king hot doctor."

That made me laugh, and I leant in to kiss him but was interrupted when we heard his name over the hospital intercom.

He sighed, "I have to go, but I'll see you when I get home."

I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss. He turned to leave, but before he was completely out of the door, I called him back.

"Jason."

He turned around, "Yeah?"

I braced myself for the disappointed look I knew would be on his face.

"About this weekend..."

The look was in his eyes.

"...I won't be able to stay, I've got to be at the manor, there's stuff that I need to take care of there."

He was quiet; he just stood there giving a sad look. I felt awful for the way I was treating him. He didn't deserve any of it, but I needed to sort myself out before I fully commit to our relationship.

"Say something, please."

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

"What do you want me to say, Kinsley? It's been like this for five f**king years, when I feel like I finally got you, you pull away from me, only leaving me with a little bit of you."

I felt horrible, but he wasn't being unfair to me. I've given him my all, but he knew that I came with some f**ked up baggage when we got together.

"I love you; you know that. It's just...it's just that I need to sort my life out first before I can concentrate on us."

"Kins, what's the point of us having a f**king house together if you're never in it?"

His name came through on the intercom again, and he sighed, looking at his watch.

"Look, I've got patients to see, so we'll have to talk about this later."

I upset him, I knew I did, but I didn't want him leaving thinking that I wasn't committed to us.

I held his hand, "Jason, I love you, please don't give up on me...on us."

He pulled me into his embrace, "I'd never give up on you or us, I love you like the air I breathe."

With that, he kissed my lips then left the room. I stayed there for a bit, thinking about all the wrong choices I've made in my life. I've done a lot of things I regret, but Jason wasn't one of them.

When I got back to the house I sometimes shared to Jason; someone was there waiting. I wasn't startled because I knew exactly who it was. The slender figure rose from the seat she was occupying by the fireplace.

Her jacket was pulled to the side, revealing the gun that was holstered on her waist. I walked over to the bar and grabbed two glass, pouring a strong shot of Johnnie Walker into them. I turned around and handed one of the glasses to Cara, which she took readily.

I took small sips of mine, but Cara downed hers in one go. I raised a brow at her, giving her an amused look.

"What?" she said, "I've had a long f**king week."

I chuckled, shaking my head. Taking a few more sips of my drink, I rested the glass back on the counter and got down to business.

"I hope no one saw you when you came here."

Her glass joined mine, then she turned to me and frowned.

"Do I look like a f**king amateur?"

I knew that I didn't have to answer that question, Cara was the only person I knew who took professionalism to a whole other level.

"How is he doing?"

She took a seat in the chair that she was sitting in before, sitting with the most grace and elegance I've ever seen in a woman, especially one who'd kill her mother if the price was right.

"As good as you'd expect someone in his situation to do. He keeps going to that f**king place, and no amount of dissuasion from me can get him to stop."

She clenched and unclenched, showing more emotion that I've ever seen her show in all the time that I've known her.

"I f**king hate that bitch!" She whispered under her breath.

"You are getting too attached to him; I hired you because you were recommended as the best. I was told that emotions were not something that you ever let stop you from getting the job done."

Her eyes narrowed, "I am the best at what I do, but this is some f**ked up bullshit. Are you even sure that you're doing the right thing?"

It was my turn to frown at her; I didn't like her questioning my actions. It was her job to follow what I set out.

"How dare you question me! I hope you're not in love with him because your job was not to fall in love with him."

"Yeah, well, he's quite f**king hard not to love. Tortured soul that he is."

This would end badly for her if she doesn't stay detached, I need her focus and doing her job, not playing house.

"Your job is not to play f**king house, but to keep him distracted, I don't want him looking too deep into what actually happened."

She got up from her seat, grabbing her purse in the process. I could tell by her actions that the conversation was over.

"I'll do my job, but it's getting hard to keep him 'distracted', sex is only going to work for so long. When he finds out what's going on, I'm sending him your way."

She walked out of the door, leaving me standing there, questioning everything that I've done to keep my family safe.