by Mary Nixon
"Let's get out of here." I told her as I grabbed her bag and carried her out.
I didn't care that she was still in a hospital gown or that she was barefooted.
It was snowing furiously outside, the snow inches higher than it had been when I got into the clinic.
"Sir, this way." The private investigator guided me to his car.
I got into the back still holding her in my arms. I stroked her belly imagining the harm that could have come to my unborn child if I had been a second later.
He drove us to the hotel room Bianca was staying in. Once we were there, I set her down on the bed.
"I want full details about that clinic. I'm having it shut down. Is that clear?".
"Yes sir. I'll get right to it."
He left and when I got back in the room, Bianca was gone. I could hear the shower so I waited patiently outside the bathroom. I had come so close to losing my baby and Bianca as well.
I was trying to tame my rage but as soon as she opened the bathroom door and stepped out, I lost it.
"Are you insane?" I yelled at the top of my voice.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled back.
"The nerve! You almost hurt our child Bianca! What the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking
Tony. I just wanted the baby out of me."
"At the cost of its life? How can you be so cold?"
She grabbed the table lamp and hurled it in my direction but I dodged it as it smashed against the wall.
I still couldn't shake off the fact that it was aimed for me.
"You shouldn't have gotten me pregnant! I told you I didn't want a bloody baby!"
"You still had no right to decide on an abortion without my bloody consent!"
It was a yelling battle coupled with Bianca hurling anything she could get her hands on at me.
"You didn't ask for my consent when you knocked me up you bloody idiot!"
This time, it was her shoes she was throwing one by one as I dodged each.
"Enough!" I yelled grabbing her by the shoulders and subduing her.
"Let me go!" She demanded.
"Not until you calm down." I insisted holding her until she stopped kicking and screaming.
*
After a couple of hours, she had worn herself out. She had cried her eyes out soaking her pillow as I watched. I felt pained seeing her like this but I couldn't allow her to do something stupid.
Something Jacob had told me surfaced in my mind.
She needed to grow.
Perhaps it was a mistake on my part to knock up a twenty one year
old thinking I could make get commit.
But like Erma always said, I made my bed, so I must lie on it.
"What now?" She finally spoke.
I wondered if it would have been a good idea to tell her about Monaco.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"I don't want to have this baby."
My heart sank.
It was not an after shock of realizing I had impregnated her. She was serious; she didn't want to have my baby.
I sat on the bed not to close to her in case she decided to throw another angry fit.
"Its just nine months Bea. After that, you'll give birth."
"Easy for you to say. You aren't the pregnant one."
"I know but there is a life growing inside you, the fruit of our love Bea. Try and be a little positive."
"No. This is the fruit of deception Tony! You promised you wouldn't get me pregnant and you broke your damn promise!"
I had a feeling it would be a finger pointing game. A game I was tired of playing after the last four hours.
"Fine. It's my fault." I admitted. "I wanted a baby Bianca. I wanted to help you see
that a permanent setting is not so bad."
She sat up her puffy eyes burning with fury.
"You knocked me up on purpose?" She asked.
"Yes."
What was the point of lying to her? Either way, she was an angry mess.
She hurled a pillow at me and I caught it.
"Bea calm down, all this stress is not good for the baby."
"You are a despicable idiot!" She yelled.
What a potty mouth she had.
"That's enough! Calm down!"
"Or what?" She demanded. "What Tony? You'll shut me up?"
I don't know what came over me. I kissed her hoping it would sooth her but I was terribly mistaken. She sank her teeth into my lower lip to the point she almost drew blood. As I moved back in pain, she made a run for the door.
I was faster than her.
I grabbed her and shoved her back on the bed. Getting on top of her I pinned her hands on either side of her head.
"I've had enough of your childish tantrums. You're pregnant. In none months you'll give birth and become a mother. I suggest you come to terms with reality and grow up!"
She spat at me.
What I wanted to do to her at that moment was something the woman who raised me would have reprimanded viciously.
I had raised my hand halfway up when I recalled what she told Jacob and I repeatedly.
At no time should a man ever raise his hand at a
woman.
Her voice played put in my mind and I slowly wiped away the spit and got off her.
I made my way to the door and left her alone in the bedroom. I took a moment to breathe before dialling Ferrer's number.
"Are you still in town?" I asked.
"Yes. Why? Did you get shot again?"
"No. I need you to sedate Bianca."
Ferrer went silent.
"I'm sorry but what? Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm asking you to. I need to transport her to Monaco and she won't go willingly."
"Last time I checked, she has a right to decide where she wants to go Tony. Leave her alone."
"Not as long as she's carrying my baby. Please Ferrer, she's a danger to the child and herself. Please help me out."
After a short moment Ferrer grunted and cursed in Spanish.
"On my way. Text me your address."
I did as he asked and when I tried to open the door, Bianca had locked it from the inside.
"Bea! Open the door!" I called out.
There was no response.
I wanted to bring the door down but instead, I called management and explained my situation. I didn't mention the pregnancy but I told them Bianca and I were fighting and I had to talk to her.
A few minutes later, the manager personally used a spare key to get me into the room. When she saw the mess, she was alarmed.
It looked like a bloody hurricane had swept through the place.
"Ill pay for repairs and cleaning." I assured her.
"Okay sir, please excuse me."
She left and I went straight for the bathroom.
"Bianca, why did you lock me out?" I asked her.
She was leaning over the toilet.
"Are you throwing up?" I asked her.
"Go away Tony. I never want to see you again."
"Bea-"
"Please just leave me alone." She said before breaking down and crying her eyes out.
After giving her a moment, I decided to tell her my plans.
"Tell me what you need packed up. We're leaving in less than an hour."
"Where are we going?" She asked from the bathroom floor.
"To Monaco. I bought a house for us. It will be our new home."
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't want anything to do with you."
"You don't mean that Bea. Please, just allow yourself to accept reality."
"Go to hell!"
There was nothing much I could do.
Pulling out the key from the lock so that she wouldn't lock herself in the bathroom, I proceeded to pack her belongings.
When i was done, I checked up on her. She was still seated on the floor staring at her hands.
I would have to get used to the crazy Bianca fo
r an entire nine months.
A knock at the door got my attention and hers as well.
I opened it and saw her peeking from the bathroom door. Ferrer looked gloomy as he walked in and I guessed he didn't want to sedate Bianca.
"She's pregnant?" He asked.
"Yeah and she tried to get an abortion."
"Mierda!" He cursed.
He set the bag he was carrying down on the bed and pulled out a syringe and a small bottle.
"Has she agreed to this?" Ferrer asked.
"No and I honestly don't care. Just tell me what you need me to do."
"I'm going to need
you to hold her in place." Ferrer spoke in a low tone.
Bianca was watching us but she knew what we were planning as much as she couldn't hear us.
"Will it affect the baby?" I asked.
"No. Let's get this done."
I walked over to the bathroom and Bianca was standing against the vanity. She was scared but I had made up my mind.
"Tony please don't drug me." She pleaded in a broken voice.
"Will you come willingly?" I asked.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
Ferrer was already in the bathroom.
"If you touch me I will sue you!" She threatened him.
"Enough Bianca." I warned her as I grabbed her and turned her over.
Pinning her down on the vanity she fought to be free. She was strong for a girl as small as she was.
"Stay still, it will be over soon." I urged her as Ferrer stuck the needle into her bum.
After injecting the drug in, she stilled. She stopped squirming and she fell into mg arms.
"There. Shell be put for a couple of hours. Tony I know this is none of my business but what the hell is going on?"
"I intentionally knocked her up. She doesn't want the baby. I'm taking her to Monaco and locking her up until she is due."
"That's a bad idea but your mind seems to be made up. Be careful."
After Ferrer left, I carried Bianca out of the hotel. We took my private plane and we were in Monaco a few hours later.
Bianca's POV
I woke up to
the sound of chirping birds.
It was a rare sound in the city.
I was all alone on a large bed.
It was a foreign unfamiliar room. It had high ceilings and arched windows. The walls were a soft cream with long yellow drapes hanging by the windows.
After finally sitting up, I recalled Ferrer sticking a needle into me. I recalled Tony hushing me and then silence and darkness.
Was I in Monaco?
I made my way to the window and all I could see was a sprawling garden that stretched as far as the eye could see.
I tried to open the terrace doors but they were locked. I stared down and saw a few men in black suits patrolling the place.
What the bloody hell was going on?
A few seconds later, the large double doors opened and Tony walked in with a tray of food.
"Good morning." He greeted me with a smile.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"In our new home in Monaco." He answered. "Have some breakfast."
I stared at the tray he was holding. Without thinking twice, I shoved the tray put of his hand and watched the tea splattering all over.
Without saying a word, he made his way to the door. A servant came in and hastily cleaned up my mess. I felt bad about it but I had done it to annoy Tony.
After she was gone, he stared at me disapprovingly.
"Throw all the tantrums you want but you're not going anywhere. You'll stay here until you have my baby. After that if you want to jump off the Eiffel tower, I won't stop you."
"You can't hold me here against my will!"
"Get used it Bea. You're my prisoner, this room is your gilded cage and I'm the bloody warden!"
He left immediately and slammed the door shut. I heard him turn the locks. I banged my small fists on the door repeatedly.
"Tony let me out!" I yelled. "Let me out you bloody prick!"
My cries fell to deaf ears.
No one came and I ended up crying myself to sleep.
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Chapter fifteen: Insanity
Six months later
James Lyons's POV
Bianca and I had a silent code. For every time she disobeyed me I punished her. She wasn't entirely my prisoner from the start. After arriving in Monaco she had all the freedom to do as she pleased. The first chance she got however, she ran. I had left to set up my new office in town and she left soon after. Had it not been for my bodyguards catching up with her at the airport, I would have lost her and my baby. The penance she paid was her freedom was limited to the estate.
A week later, she tried to drown herself in the pool and I had jumped in to save her. The penance was her freedom being limited to the mansion only. I had taken her for a scan soon after and her seeing that there were two innocent lives growing inside her calmed her down a little.
When I thought things would move calmly, the brain games began. She started to refuse food when I'm with her and after many sleepless nights, a servant informed me that she ate in private and that she was only tormenting me.
That ended and then began the destruction. She had a lot of violence running through her blood. She began smashing things and leaving the servants with a lot of work to do cleaning up after her.
Her waves of destruction had MD repairing the mansion every other week.
She then stole my black card and purchased very expensive antiques and donated them to a charity. It was a noble act although
she went about it the wrong way. If she wanted to contribute to charity she would have asked me and I would have happily written her a fat cheque. Her intentions were even more questionable as she contributed to a charity against slavery. She was trying to send me an indirect message.
Message received but I was not freeing her. She had only three months to go and then she could leave if she wanted to but not with my sons.
Bianca and I were having twins... boys for that matter. I was excited but she was not. She still hated me for getting her pregnant without her consent. We didn't talk anymore and when we did, we argued and she threw anything she could at me. I had mastered a lot of patience because I always managed to walk away.
There were days when I wanted to strangle the life out of her pretty neck and days when I wanted to drown her but I kept reminding myself that I loved this mad and cynical woman and that she was carrying my sons. I am not a saint... so these thoughts were frequent. She was spiteful and always threatening to leave but I was determined to make her stay.
At first my plan was to have her and the boys but now, I had come to terms with the fact that she hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. As soon as she gave birth, I would set her free and take full custody of my sons. I had enough evidence against her that would disqualify her as a good mother.
As I stood outside my bedroom in the terrace looking down at my vandalized cars, I realized that madness was something in born in all of us. It is only a matter of what brings the madness out.
For Bianca, it was the pregnancy. It made her an entirely different person. I regretted setting her free to roam the estate.
She had driven my cars out of the garage one by one all a dozen of them... the classics to the custom made ones... and paraded them where I could see her wave of destruction taking root.
She had smashed the windows and the lights with my golf club. She had keyed the perfect paint job and scribbled her name on each car. As the key met the metal of the car, my heart ached.
I loved my cars and she knew that much.
I could easily replace all the cars but it pained me that she would stoop that low... she hit me where it hurts but I was not going to dignify her actions with a reaction. That is what she wanted... for me to lose my mind like she had lost hers but I would not play into her little scheme.
If both of us lost our sanity,
the whole world would burn down to ashes.
She reached my favorite car and looked up at me and smiled wickedly.
"Sir shouldn't we stop her?" Simon asked.
He, Esperanza and my two bodyguards watched in horror as my girlfriend put on the show of a lifetime. The maids were all watching with curiosity as Bianca got away with ruining my property.
"Let her vent. I will replace the cars once she's done."
"What if she does
it again?" Simon asked.
"Then we will keep replacing the cars over and over and over again until she stops the destruction."
She was only three months away and I was not the only one counting down to the seconds. Even the servants were tired of cleaning up after her. She was a handful. She had a fiery temper and the strength of ten men. She had a hunger for destruction and a deathly look in those gorgeous emerald green eyes.
Bianca's POV
I moved on to the Rolce Royce and looked up at Tony. I gave him a wicked smile and he just stared at me. I had made the biggest mess today. If Tony insisted on keeping me locked up then I would make his life hell.
He had burned my travel papers after he caught me trying to flee Monaco. He had taken away my phone and he had me followed even within the house.
After feigning depression and getting the doctor to convince him I needed freedom to walk around, he had set me loose to roam the estate. That gave me a chance to hit him where it hurts... his cars. Tony loved his cars. I did too but a message had to be sent home.
I positioned his golf club and smashed the windscreen of the Rolce Royce. Next I smashed the other windows. I moved on the lights before I pulled out a key and scribbled my name on the bonnet and the sides like I had done the other cars.
I don't know where I was getting the energy from but I had no regrets when I was done. I had entertained the maids and given them something to talk about other than the soap operas they watched.
I looked up at Tony who was now frowning and I blew him a kiss. I accompanied it with a wink before I dragged my heavy belly back into the house.
I was six months along... twin boys... I honestly didn't want them... I wanted my life back... I wanted the life I had before Tony came along and ruined my plans. I wanted my career back and my gorgeous body.
I was sweaty from the workout I had done this morning and I showered. After that I gazed at my body in the mirror. I hated the way I looked. I was so chubby and heavy. I missed my body... nothing seemed to fit for long because my belly grew with each passing month.