-Mia-

I sniffed, hot tears running down my cheeks. I was curled up in a ball, my hands under my head and my back aching badly. I bit my lip hard, the baby kicking my ribs harshly.

At least he's okay. .

I had been punched on the stomach for asking to see my own daughter. I had been slapped for talking when I shouldn't. I had been burned with a lighter on my arm for trying to escape. I didn't have the energy to move anymore.

The only people I could think of were the baby, April and Vincenzo. Was the baby okay after the punch? I hadn't been allowed to eat as much as a punishment and I had been stressed and crying a lot. It was good for the baby at all and it didn't help that I was punched on my stomach. I cried for days, hoping my baby wasn't dead or hurt and when a felt a kick, days later I was incredibly happy.

They wouldn't let me see April. They took us into different rooms. I was in a large room with a big bed and expensive furniture, however I wasn't allowed to sleep on the bed. I had to sleep on the hard marble floor with no blanket or pillow. I had to stay in the same corner of the room but surprisingly, they didn't hand cuff me to the wall. There were no windows and the door was always locked and guarded.

Nicolo would always say that he touched my little girl. I didn't believe him at first but the more he said it, the more I was panicked. What if he did touch April? My innocent little girl.

As for Vincenzo, I had no idea where he was and I was hoping that he was finding a way to help me. I had been there for a month and was eight months pregnant. I was scared that I was going to give birth early due to stress. I couldn't give birth during all of that, I just couldn't. There were too many risks.

I missed him a lot and had lots of nightmares. It was awful. I was losing my mind in there and I had never felt so depressed. I needed to get out - I needed to see April and be safe. I couldn't stay there anymore.

I didn't see my father - well, I think I didn't see my father. He hadn't been introduced to me. All I saw was Nicolo and his men.

I noticed something about Nicolo. He was perverted and dangerous but there was something about him that I couldn't decipher. He got angry quickly. Whenever I talked unnecessarily or called him names, he would snap and instantly hit me. I tried my hardest not to provoke him for the baby's sake. I'd do anything to protect my children.

The door opened and I wiped my tears, sniffing and placing my hand on my stomach. "Good morning, beautiful," Nicolo cheerfully said as I heard him sit on the bed, sighing peacefully.

"C-can I see my daughter?" I asked quietly as he chuckled, "she's not even your daughter. I gotta hand it to you, Mia, it takes a strong woman to take back a man who cheated on you and impregnated the same woman."

"Thanks," I bitterly said, sitting up a little, only to groan in back pain.
He took in a sharp intake of breath, "baby pain?" I rolled my eyes, my back on the wall.

"Please. ." I said in a shaky voice, "please let me see her."

He shook his head with grin and he adjusted his tie. "She's still recovering."

"Re-recovering?" I asked in a scared tone. He nodded with a sadistic look on his face. "Innocent child she is. .ah, a shame really."

"A shame? W-what are you talking about? What have you done to her?"

"What I've done? No, Mia, you should be asking what I let my men do."

"No. ." I whispered, my eyes widening. "Please tell me you're joking. Please don't hurt her," I begged, my voice cracking as I looked at him pleadingly.

"Too late, darling."

I gasped quietly, tears streaming down my face. "What have I done to you? Please, we haven't done anything, let us go."

He sighed, coming off the bed and sitting not far from me. "Can't do that, Mia. See, that precious boyfriend of yours-"

"He is not my boyfriend," I bitterly said and meant to add 'anymore'. During my month there, I realised that it was his fault that me and April were stuck in this mess.

"Yeah, right," he sarcastically said before continuing, "he took my wife and sister. Now, sadly, I have to now take you. It's just a shame that two children have to be involved as well."

I bit my bottom lip, trying to stop it from quivering as tears came into my eyes.

". .but. ." He said, with a small smirk. "If you marry me, we could-"

"No," I immediately snapped, "never."

He tutted, his eyes scanning my body. "I might not kill you. I'm still deciding." I rolled my eyes, scowling.

"You're too beautiful for death. Vincenzo is a lucky man."

Is he?

"What do I have to do?" I asked, tears spilling out my eyes. "Just let me see my daughter, please."

He sighed, wincing a little. "No can do. Give me a kiss and I'll consider it - on the lips."

I looked at him, my eyebrows creasing a little in confusion. Was he serious?

He rolled his eyes, "kiss me on my lips properly and I'll let you see your daughter."

I was prepared to do anything to see April. I hesitated a little before leaning over and pressing my lips against his, trying not to gag from disgust.

He grabbed my head, angling his to kiss me better. I tried to pull away but he forced me to continue kissing him and I didn't like it. His lips were chapped and they were nothing like Vincenzo's.

Why am I even thinking of that right now?

His hand slid down, grabbing my butt cheek and squeezing it hard which I didn't like. I felt disgusted with myself and wanted to move away so badly.

He finally let go and I silently gasped for air, wiping my lips. "Let me see her." He shrugged a little, thinking for a moment. "That was a good kiss and you have a nice ass too. You practice?" I rolled my eyes, getting impatient. "Fine, I'll let you see her. .wait, no. I've changed my mind."

My eyes widened as he stood, walking towards the door. "No!" I loudly said, "please, let me see her. You can't do that!" He turned with a smirk. "I can, baby, and I will."

He slammed the door behind him as he left and I screamed loudly, crawling to the door and banging on it. "Let me see her! Come back, Nicolo!" I screamed loudly as I sobbed, leaning my head on the door as I cried loudly. "Oh, April. ." I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "Lord, please help us. .please. ."

I woke up on the cold floor, shivering. I was sweating, waking up from a horrible dream. I sighed, my back on the wall as I rubbed my stomach in pain. I felt dizzy and slightly nauseous.

I glanced over at the comfortable bed that I wasn't allowed to sleep on.

The baby. .

It wouldn't hurt, just once, right?

I bit my lip, shakily standing and walking over to the bed before sliding under the soft covers and laying on the mattress comfortably. I sighed, feeling relaxed before closing my eyes and letting sleep take me, hoping everything would be alright.

-Vincenzo-

I rubbed my eyes, leaning back on my chair. I was a mess. My stubble had grown too thick and I now had a beard, my eyes hurt badly and I probably stunk badly as I hadn't showered in a while or slept in a while.

I was always drinking coffee, finding ways to keep myself awake and working hard to get Mia, my baby and my daughter back.

I was fighting and fighting for them. It was hard and it seemed more difficult than I thought to get Nicolo. I hated that bastard and wanted to kill him badly.

I missed Mia badly. I was so worried about her and April, and I was hoping - no, praying that the baby was okay. I needed her badly and would constantly pray that she and our children would be alright.

"Hey." I looked up to see Valentina leaning against the doorway with a cup of steaming hot coffee. "Hey. ." I quietly replied as she came and sat in front of my desk. I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

She lifted the cup and I assumed she was going to give it to me, however she put it against her lips and sipped it. I must of been giving her a weird look and she shrugged, "I'm thirsty."

I sighed, opening a file and beginning to read through it. "How's my sister?" She asked and I looked at her in confusion. Valentina didn't have a sister. I then realised who she was talking about, the love of my life.

"She's. .I don't know."

She sharply inhaled, sniffing and dabbing the corner of her eyes as she tried her hardest not to cry. "What if she's hurt? What if she's given birth?"

"Val, you shouldn't be thinking like that. ." I told her, even though I was usually like that. She shook her head, "I know, I know. ."

"You're exhausted, go to sleep," Valentina said softly as I groaned, clicking my neck. "No. I need to-"

"Go to bed, Vincenzo. You need sleep. You can't concentrate when you're tired."

I looked at her while she sipped her coffee. "What if-"

"If Mia was here, she would drag you to your bed and force you to sleep whether you liked it or not. She'd want that."

I sighed, dropping my pen. Mia would do that. "Okay. ." I wearily agreed, standing and she did the same. She walked over. "Everything will be fine. Mia's a fighter." I nodded, rubbing my forehead and stretching a little. "April and the baby will be fine too. You just need to relax a little."

I nodded again as she let me go out. I got to my room, showered and was laying in the empty bed, trying to sleep but I couldn't.

I sat up abruptly as something I needed came into my mind.

Holy crap.

I quickly slipped on my shoes, running to my office to see Dante and Leonardo in there.

"I've got it. I know where he took them."

-Mia-

I woke up and screamed in surprise, moving back.

He just stared at me before placing his drink on the ground and clasping his hands together. I had no idea who this person was, but he was sat on the edge of the bed staring at me.

"I'm almost sure that Nicolo said that the prisoner couldn't sleep on the bed."

I bit my lip, slowly sliding out the bed and walking backwards away from him. "L-look, I was tired. .the baby-"

"I think it's time for your punishment."

Colour drained from my face and I shivered in fear as he stood, walking slowly towards me. My back was on the wall. I shook my head slowly, "who- who are you?"

He didn't reply, instead stood in front of me and glanced down at my body. His hands then went to my already ripped shirt, about to pull it completely off until I slapped him. "Don't touch me!"

Suddenly, I feel to the ground, holding my cheek in pain as tears ran down my cheeks.

The baby

The baby

The baby

The baby

The side of my stomach smacked against the ground, as did the rest of my body. I was crying silently, too scared to move and he roughly pushed me so I was laying on my back, about to touch me again when the door bursted open and entered another man that I didn't recognise. He looked around forty or fifty.

He stormed in, pushing the other man off me and punching him before yanking him up and throwing him out the room, slamming the door behind him.

I shivered as he came over. I whimpered, trying to move away but he held his hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I bit my lip, tears still running down my cheeks. I didn't believe him. I had no idea who to believe anymore.

He slowly walked closer and my breathing patterned heightened. He sat beside me, his hand outstretched to me and I whimpered again and he took it away. "I saw what happened. Your stomach. . I just want to check if you're alright."

I shook my head furiously, "I don't need your help. Don't touch me."

He nodded, "your cheek? Mia, you're bleeding." He glanced down at my stomach as did I, and I gasped, my hand immediately going to my stomach to touch the blood.

I'm bleeding

My stomach is bleeding

Bleeding

The baby

I didn't realise I was breathing rapidly until he said, "calm down. Don't worry, it's just the thin skin of your stomach. The baby shouldn't be harmed."

I looked down again and realised he was right, it was just the skin of my stomach but that didn't guarantee that the baby was alright. I hit my stomach hard when I fell.

I sniffed, tears running down my cheeks. "I hit my stomach. .my baby-"

"You'll be fine - the baby will be fine."

"Why are you helping me?" I asked, rubbing my painful cheek simultaneously as I rubbing my belly.

He shrugged a little, "someone has to." I stared at him. He had light brown hair with sliver hairs here and here. He had dark brown eyes and a few wrinkles. "Who are you?"

He didn't reply, instead said, "someone who's going to get you out of here."

I bit my lip, "how?"

"I'm going to distract the guard. You must then run out and find April. She's in the second corridor on the right. There's an exit not far from her room that no one uses. You'll end up in the woods. Go as far as you can and you'll be fine, the woods are small."

I stared at him oddly before realising something. "You're. .you're my dad, aren't you?"

He gave me a small, sad smile. "Hey, Mia." I looked at him in confusion as he started walking towards the door. "Wait!" I quickly said, and he turned looking at me.

I licked my lips, "c-can't we talk first? W-why did you leave me? What are you doing here? Are you going to kill me? Why-"

"There's no time to talk. We have to act fast but know this," he said, looking into my eyes. "I never wanted to leave you. I just got caught in a bad crowd and had to leave. I owe Nicolo, that's why I'm here and I would never harm a hair on you."

I bit my lip, staring at him sadly. "I want you to know that I'm sorry and I love you," he said, about to turn again until I quickly said, "why does that sound like a goodbye?"

He gave me a sad look before saying, "because it is."

Before I could say anything else, he yelled, "she's giving birth!" The door bursted open and two men that were guarding the door came in but my father punched them and they fell to the ground.

He then gestured for me to go and I stood, quickly walking to him. I stopped, looking at him and he said, "What are you waiting for? Go!"

"B-"

"Go!"

I gave him one last sad look before running, my hand on my stomach as I jogged down the corridor, stopping dead in my tracks as I heard a loud gunshot.

I shivered, turning to see my father by the doorway of that horrible room falling, blood splattering out of his wound in his neck.

I covered my mouth in shock, tears coming into my eyes.

He's dead.

My father is dead.

I forced myself to turn and follow the direction that he told me to go to. I couldn't help but feel sad. Yes, he left me and didn't explain much but in the end, he loved me and at least I got a chance to meet him.

I pushed the unguarded door open to see April sat on the floor playing with dolls. The room was pink with a princess bed and lots of toys in each corner. It was pristine and neat.

She turned her head, gasping once she saw me and I ran to her, hugging her lovingly. "Oh, April!" I gasped, hugging her tightly as kissing her cheeks. "Mama!"

"April, did they hurt you?" She shook her head, smiling widely at me. "No, mama." I sighed in relief, kissing her cheeks before grabbing her hand and helping her up.

"Come on, darling, we have to go," I said, holding her hand tightly and running out the room, finding that exit that my father had told me about.

I ran down the corridor and suddenly, alarms went off and there was yelling. I panicked but tried to stay calm and pushed the door open, revealing like he said, the woods. I ran, holding April's hand and hoping the baby was alright.

I suddenly stopped after a few minutes of running and breathed heavily, my hand on my stomach. There was a sharp pain and unexpectedly, water ran down my legs.

No. .

It was delivery time.

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