My back was slammed onto a hard wall outside, all the oxygen left my lungs leaving a painful burn, his flames envelope my body when he pushed into me cupping my womanhood. My violation and comfort level went in flames and for the first time in a long time, I felt that feeling again, desire. "You must have all kinds of nerves showing up to my house thinking you were going to harass my grandson." He growled. My heart fully spirals wildly painful, what is this? My first extinct is to try and fight, my hands reach up to claw his grip but no avail. How did he know that? Could I have been more exposed than I thought?

My lungs start burning, "I-I"

Head dips into my neck inhaling my imitation perfume, dark eyes seize me up from my lips to my eyes "You must have thought you would come here and try to stir up something correct?"

I grunt for my life, clenching my thighs trapping him in when I felt his fingers scoot my undergarments to the side, the violation I wasn't ready for, but ill focus on that another time, I need to breathe, and I need to breathe fast. Punching his shoulders did no good, he was buff, and the thick suit jacket helped cover any soft skin. Luckily my nails were thick enough and I used it to scratch away at his eye when he suddenly crashed his lips into mine, tongue massaging mine sensually while he sucks on my lips. How repulsive, his wife is on the other side of these walls and yet ... yet ... I didn't care, gripping onto his suit jacket I pull him closer to hook my legs around his waist.

We break from the kiss; he dips to my neck with his wet tongue growling to the taste of my skin while I solely focus on undressing him from the waist down angrily. My mind blank, all I knew was the desire that ran through my veins was doing the action, I had no control. Out it leaped, a handful of a veined girth, tip wet from the want ... the want of me.

For an old man he was well endowed, and it seems he is still in his youthful primal hunger for women, our desire knew no bounds and the wait line couldn't be held any longer, with a harsh grunt and thrust our dark staring contest ended, his full manhood thrusted right into me. I felt my eyes tear up, what is this? This pleasurable feeling in between? No matter I need more.

His pants lowered underneath his bum; I gripped his left bottom cheek a very round bottom I should say, the more I squeezed the harder his thrusts, even a man of power has a kinky weakness. For years I have evaded this violation, but today I welcome the sweet sin grinding harder against the shaft inside. Each thrust dug his tip deeper into the spot that screamed inside, he growls beside my ear while his thrusts become chaotic.

The cry I tried to stiffer started to hurt my throat until I heard his chuckle; breathy and raspy, "Next time you want to spy on my grandson, Ill staple your legs wide while the men in town violate that sweet womb of yours you bitch." droplets of his saliva coat my outer ear lobe. I don't know how It was done, but I was discovered, foolish. The blood boils but not from the pleasure pumping into me but for my idiocy, I should have checked thoroughly at my surroundings, it is clear they weren't alone from the beginning, his butt ripples in my palm no matter how harshly I gripped, cupping a handful.

Tightening my legs around his waist I use my momentum to grind harder and faster to wage out my anger, foolish, just foolish to allow myself to be seen. They were one step ahead of me and I measly fell for the trap, Embarrassing. Crys and grunts are blown into my ear drum, we are almost nearing our end, but neither one of us falter from the eye contact.

"Ahh," he cries, hot thick liquid splurged inside my womb, no more can I have kids my worries are stabled. Face cherry red Heaving like a mad man he steps away from my embrace quickly grabbing his trousers to button up, forcing my wobbly legs to remain steady I try to keep my glare prominent. It doesn't faze him.

With a breathy chuckle he comes back to me, amused at my glare, "I could have you tried for this, but I'll give you one better, so that way we can both be happy, eh?"

"Your grandson is the one that cheated on my daughter." I nearly growled, clearly, I was of no threat.

"And that is neither one of our problems but theirs," he steps in to close for my comfort, but I already let that go, with his thumb he traced just above my temple while his elbow hanging on the wall "I'll give you an offer you can't refuse." he whispers, still catching his breath from the moment prior. This was it; this was the set up I should have looked out for; this was a lure and I foolishly walked in blindly.

What will he gain? What will I gain? All this because of that foolish child of mine, I hope she suffers tremendous consequences for this ... this humiliation. "What offer?" I snarled.

Moments pause to build up the suspense, "it's not the first time I must clean up the mess my pathetic bitch of a grandson has made, yet ... I am fascinated by the audacity of you even showing up in my estate."

"Hup to it, I'm getting bored."

Chuckling, "Ill provide you with all the millions you need, but you must choose one." what did he just say?

"Excuse me?"

"I don't like repeating myself honey, best you listen closely cause than ill just make the decision for you." He growls sending a dark gleam to me that made me swallow thickly "As a grandfather it gives me joy knowing there are more heirs and children that will keep this company alive long after my passing. Yet having my company soiled and mocked will lead to trails and trails of blood, I will provide you an offer that will make you a part of it for the rest of the counting days, however, you must choose ... one."

I feel my mouth tremble, "There are two, not one."

"And I'm asking you to choose, one must go, or I'll pick the both of them and you could rot for the remainder of your life in prison."

I could see the demonic form of his eyes shapeshifting, I have finally met my match, my lips tremble uncontrollably trying to swallow a cry, my vision blurs blurring out the face of the devil in front of me, something wet glides down my left eye slowly, a tear. But for whom do I shed this tear for? I haven't cried since the death of my mother.

Darting out his tongue I feel it trail up my cheek clearing the liquid, I'm frozen from the act, "you're asking me to choose between my daughter and grandchild?"

"Mmm, yes, yes I am."

"Why- don't you get rid of the other one? My daughter was here first."

"But does my grandson love her?"

"I-I-"

"Exactly" he breathed widening his smile.

"You - you're all about family, wh-why what has changed all sudden? What would your business think?" for some reason, it felt as though I sealed my fate with the sentence. Dark eyes stared into mine until they sparkled like a tick of lightbulb.

"Of course, I am, that's why I'd prefer you get rid of the one that won't be easy to be silenced."

My gut feeling was spot on, "You want me to rid of my daughter?" I whispered, by now the tears spilled faster. Was this me caring for the little shit?

He looks me at me amusingly "You catch on quick, smart girl." he pats the top of my head like a dog, the hunter has become the hunted. "

"If I don't?" he didn't seem to like the answer, and that dark gleam returned, "Than you'd be forcing my hand to end the baby's life before birth."

Out of reaction my hand rose to swing across his face, only to be caught in midair while he raises his other one to slap me across the cheek in a counterattack, my legs not yet recovering from the wobble caused me to lose my balance, my palms met with sharp rocks when they protected me from the impact in the floor. The burn lingered on my cheek making me wince "Bitch." he spat. He wasn't done, with full force he raised his leg in the air and connected it to my stomach. I felt the iron in my mouth when I coughed.

I lost.

Afraid to look up any further I felt him crouch down to my level, I shivered when he pushes the strands of my hair out of the way, "I hope you'll make the right decision, frankly I know the both of us don't want to lose our grandchild, why don't you be smart women" he giggles.

Though I am fully aware I can be barbaric, he was downright evil.

"What do you think?" I can hear his amusement while he cocked his head to the side.

Sinisterly I turn my head to him, ready to try and attempt another attack when the sound of someone clearing their throat made us look away, his wife. There she stood in her grey romper, whole slanted on her left leg with her hands on her hips, while she sent glares at her husband and I with a stoic expression. Has she been there the whole time? I don't think so, I would have sensed her presence. He doesn't budge nor back away, just rises slowly with his eyes on me while brushing his suit jacket neatly.

"I trust you'll make the right decision; I get impatient quick." Off he walked not even acknowledging his wife who turned to me with no remorse and followed her husband.

Refusing to linger on the ground pathetically any longer I heaved gathering my strength and dignity to walk away and not look back. Making my way home I slid down the door and finally released the sob that became too much in my throat. Utter embarrassment, complete and total humiliation, but there is no time to think twice.

"What's wrong mom?" The sound of a feminine concern made me freeze, she's awake. It should have knocked her out for at least a couple of days' worth, peering to the girl I felt a rush of anger, blonde hair disheveled from the slumber and red eyes from the exhaustion. She limped to me, and my anger turned to guilt, I must keep her from knowing the truth ... for now.

A couple of days have passed, and I examined her fully as she seemed to be getting better and better, though she still has not mentioned it, but the symptoms didn't lie. "Would you like some more water?"

"No!"

I was taken back by the outburst, "I only want to -"

"It's ok mom," she steps away from
Me slowly and consciously. Was she aware of before? Am I losing my guard? Days go by and no sign of the father or anything suspicious until I received a call. Unknown? Obviously, I mustn't answer, yet I'm afraid of not answering.

There he chuckled darkly, "You left me no choice you wench, I gave you extra time to think it over you thought I forgot?" Darks deep was his voice, and I couldn't help but shudder.

"N-no I - I didn't forget."

"Oh?"

"I-I've ch-chosen," I spoke side eyeing my daughter from a far, staring right at the small bump on her belly. "I-I've chosen." He breathed.

Moments pause, nothing being said yet he was still on the line, I couldn't even hear him breathe. "Good." With that the call ended. Since That phone call I heard and saw him never more, though constantly I lived in fear, always having to turn my head over my shoulders or live with horrible paranoia, the fear became unbearable and with the little money I had left we moved far away from the town.

There she sat with a round belly crying on the couch six months later, she was still skeptical of me and yet still confined in me, "mother," she says reaching to me, by now spirals of questions and concern ran through my mind but first things first, is the baby, ok? Placing my hand on belly He kicked. I was still in shock It was going to be a boy, a nemesis to women with their insatiable desires.

"Seth left me and he's already married," She cries, so in the end he truly did Love the other girl.

"H-how did you."

"His grandfather's assistant called and told me and that the baby was added to the inheritance and WILL of the grandfather and any guardians that legally have rights can access the unlimited funds." She sniffs.

A strange relief came and went, so in the end it was the baby that was saved, "Wh-what else did he say?"

With a list sniffle she looks up at me "I don't know, that was it and to 'Rest peacefully in your slumber' and that's it." My chest turned cold. What an eerie thing to say and the creepiest thing is that she had no idea what it meant. But in the end the old man did keep his promise. The baby will have full access to the inheritance and the funds of the Iron Clad WILL of the old man and will become a billionaire by the age of eighteen. I couldn't help but smile.

"It's ok honey," I had to say to her rubbing the belly, "Mommies here." Slowly setting my head to the bump, I heard the silent sounds.

"Mommies right here."

Weeks and weeks go by, "Mom", I heard the sound and ran just in time to a distraught child, pools of liquid on the floor, the baby was coming. I never knew what genuine happiness felt like until holding the most beautiful tiniest being, puffy cheeks with red glossy lips tiny little warm body wrapped gently with a tiny blue hat.

Welcome Rowan Muller, my gateway ticket to the life I deserve.

Six months later, baby Rowan plays on the ground with his pacifier while he sits in his sweat suit and blue Nike shoes. From a far I watched her on the phone, rambling to someone occasionally having to look back at me discreetly, what was she up to? My suspicions were at an all-time high.

"I'll be right back" she says picking up Rowan and placing him in his car seat, he dropped his pacifier, and he sent me a toothless smile leaking out a trail of drool. The act I would hate yet this one genuinely melted my heart, all I wanted was ti pick him up and shower him in rains of kisses, decorating his porcelain skin with my red lipstick.

"Be safe I said." My worries have long subsided having never hearing from the family anymore. Her ex-fiancé had their child, a baby boy at that yet they never disclosed the name to the public and no pictures were released. My curiosity wanted to rear its head, to her room I creeped taken back with all the packed suitcases, no.

No, no, no. She was going to take away my money ticket and use it for her personal gains. I knew no more bounds and saw red; she was supposed to have been gone yet the old man let her live for far too long.

"Wh-what are you doing in my room?"

Turning around I saw her form then, worried and frantic, holding my grandson, I thought they left? "What is all of this?" I simply asked.

"I-I'm moving out" she stated Calmly.

"Where?" I asked darkly.

"Away from you mother." She used to cower from me, now she stares me in the eye. Seeing my eye contact not faltering she sighs " I just need space mother." She placed Rowan down Who tried to get up and walk to me before he just left for the living room, out of site.

"You are not leaving me Anastasia,"

"I'm not happy in this town mother, I have no job, no friends and no support from his family, other than you that have truly been by my side, and I am eternally grateful and I am going to cherish it forever." She moves away from me disappearing from behind, I hear the suitcases being tossed and dragged and I couldn't help my muscles.

Latching on tight to the handle, "Anastasia you are not walking out the doors."

"Or what? I'm not any more mom, I can't just stay here and watch from a far Seth and his wife flaunting their baby, while I leech off of you."

"You wouldn't even know that if you were minding your own business."

She scoffed offensively, "Mother, they make sure to tag me on every social media post, no matter how many new ones I had to create or find my location and come to me there."

I can hear my grip tightening around the handle of the suitcase "They just want to play with Rowan, aren't they brothers? They might want to be private, no one Know's the babies name."

"Everyone knows the babies name mother, he makes sure to make the announcement, the babies name is - "

"Doesn't matter, you are not leaving." I couldn't stop my anger while I yanked the suitcase out her grip, surprising the both of us.

"Mother, I am leaving ... goodbye."

There she walked about to take Rowan in the living room, with the suitcases by her side, my breath shuddered loudly while my heart rammed into my chest. There is no way she is going to take away my meal ticket, I didn't know what happened than but one second, I saw light than it went dark. When the light came back, I felt my breath shuddering loudly, dizzy from whatever happened, there was a figure on the ground, a lifeless figure, blood was leaking from her head while she lays unmoving with her empty eyes staring at the sky.

What just happened? Was this my doing? I looked down at my palms and found I was gripping her strands of hair that seemed to have ripped off. This was my doing. Had I killed my own daughter? This wasn't the plan. In a frantic I checked on Rowan and saw he was sitting in the living room with his pacifier on playing with his toys. He hadn't heard whatever happened, as fast as I could I went for my phone, dialing the number I fear for and haven't tried in months, it's off, odd.

Multiple dials led to the same thing, what happened? Staring at the corpse on the ground I knew I needed to try, I nearly gagged touching her body tapping away until I found the phone. The last phone number that she spoke to was an unknown a few months ago.

With one ring, someone answered, "Hello?"

"I take it you completed the job?"

Excuse me? "Ex-excuse me?" Who was this?

"This isn't who you think it is."

"I'm very aware, which means the owner of the phone ... is dead."

I'm frozen in fear, stilled by my beating heart, "Ho-how did."

A dark chuckle, now it's confirmed it was a man, "took you long enough but you did it, the boss would have been proud."

"B-boss, could you put your boss on the phone it's urgent,"

"Yes, unfortunately ... he passed three months ago."

I didn't think my eyes could open any wider "but - b-but he."

"And he told me, while he laid on the hospital bed, in exactly four months from now there will be a woman calling, she will be calling to ask to clean up a mess, give her my condolences, she chose wisely."

I couldn't believe everything I was hearing, there was no way. From the very very beginning, I walked right into a trap. "I-I he promised."

"Promised? Listen old bitch, we don't get our hands dirty, we just like to stir up the flames and watch you all catch on fire, crashing and burning and I must say this one was the most entertaining, my brother Seth and I enjoyed watching you from the sidelines."

He's - a brother? Seth had a brother.

"You played so well I'll give you one more gift, in exactly 30 minutes someone will be coming to clean up that mess for you, take the baby and move far away from here, if anyone ever asks you? Say she died in a crash, we will send you her ashes, bury them well so we can piss on it in the future, your first months funds have already been wired, until he turns eighteen, this Is the little access you have, and best you make it out of town completely for a while, I don't know how long I'll be able to hold them off, times ticking granny and I want to laugh."

Glaring at the clock, I had 10 minutes left, without hanging up I charged to Rowan while the man on the phone laughed hysterically. I had no way out. All I could do was run and run until I had no options left, not looking back until I was far out of time with my grand baby.

*** 26 years later ***

There he was, my grandson young and defined, the perfect child. True to his words whoever was on the phone kept his word with the gas station phone I bought I continuously checked my account, a total of 72 million dollars accumulated. And there was more and more too it considering Rowan now has full access to the billions, but for now I need to better and heal for me and my grandchild.

In our native tongue he spoke, we have long left the modern times of Germany and back to the hut I once knew.