Page 9 of Forbidden Surrogate

"She signed the contract. She needs the money and you need the baby. What's the problem?"

"YOU ARE CRAZY!" the man yells. I freeze in place. Any part of me that exists in the waking world knows better than to draw attention to myself while this maniac rants and raves. I have never met a grown man in my entire life who could throw my 200 lbs ass over his shoulders and carry me into his home.

I'm in big time danger.

"I'm not crazy, Luigi. I am solution oriented. Just take her into your bedroom and feel the chemistry flow."

"I don't even know what she looks like."

"She's cute. Nice butt."

"I'm going to kill you," Luigi hisses. "Then I'm going to kill myself."

"Then nobody gets the money. Are you dumb?"

"I am still going to kill you."

"Take her to your bedroom or she's going to escape and tell the cops."

"Great. We can go together and make sure you end up in FEDERAL PRISON."

"You are such a dramatic baby. This isn't your first felony."

"I PREPARE for my crimes, Angela. FUCK!"

"Your negative energy is ruining my mood. I'm going to take a shower."

"What am I supposed to do with–”

She interrupts him, "Figure it out. I'm not giving my older brother the sex talk."

"Get out," he snarls, his voice so low and dangerous that a chill runs straight down my spine. To make matters worse, I hear the woman strutting away, leaving me alone under the blanket in some creepy house with an even creepier and more terrifying man.

I slowly reach for my face beneath the blanket, praying that my glasses stayed on my face throughout this hellish ordeal. By the time my fingers reach my nose, my kidnapper snatches the blanket away, exposing me and the crazy situation I somehow ended up in.

My stomach lurches as I face my kidnapper for the first time. My breath whooshes out of my lungs and no more comes in. I freeze against this gigantic leather couch as I stare up at the tall man from the bar. Angela's brother. What the fuck? I can feel my eye muscles straining as I stare at him in what looks to be a cabin living room.

Random details about the room rush into my head as my brain tries to make sense of my environment with adrenaline pumping through my veins. My nails sink into the leather fabricand he scowls at me with a look that I can only describe as dissatisfaction.

What the hell? Even the man who kidnapped me holds me in a contemptful, disrespectful gaze. My nausea worsens.

"This was a mistake."

I throw the blankets away from me and send a stack of five A4 pages flying around the room. He glares at me and then points an accusatory index finger at me, like I asked to come here.

"Don't move."

I nod and gulp mouthfuls of nothing until oxygen finally starts flowing back into my lungs. I wasn't planning on moving suddenly. I felt what it was like to have this giant subdue me and if I want to escape, I'll need a lot more of a head start. This man picked me up like I was weightless and that is... not how I identify my size.

He snatches up the sheets of paper from the floor and glares down at the font, too small for me to read from this distance and through the back of the paper. I just try to breathe. I'll get out of this. Despite his disappointment, the maniac hasn't shot and killed me yet. I don't remember anything after that shot of whiskey and even that feels cloudy.

Even in a state of utter terror, the mental fog surrounding me feels thick, like I'm still fighting off sleep. Or more likely... drugs.But I don't do drugs.

He snarls at me with one lip curled up in outright disgust once he's done scanning the documents.

"You signed this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

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