Cold-Blooded Beautiful by Christine Zolendz Read Free Book Online Page A

Run!  Fight!  Kick him in the dick!  Let me express again what the scenario was.  There’s a gun wedged hard against my temple.  I feel the cool metal of it.  I can blatantly see the safety is NOT on, and the magazine is clipped in and probably fully loaded.  Like I’ve said before, it takes only SIX pounds of pressure against that little trigger, and then my brain will collide with the wall.  I could shove him away hard, he could move that trigger softly, BOOM , my baby is going to die, and my brains would need to be scraped off the walls. I can’t even think about the possibility of losing my unborn child.  I happen to like my brains, as they’ve been with me for thirty-two years, and I have trained them and exercised them to almost genius fucking status, and I want to KEEP them inside my skull. 
    Still don’t agree with me?  Then, let’s probe the crazy that is my husband.  I had watched a video of him with another woman, and his reply to the whole thing was to laugh, tell me how he’d screwed someone else, and complimented me on my damn toasted shrimp .  He told me he would kill me.  Told me he owned me. Oh, and let’s not forget the bigger picture here.  Try to envision it with me, okay?  HE’S GOT A GUN, FULLY LOADED, TO MY HEAD.  Most twisted part: he’s fucking smiling.
    The butt of the gun moved in a quick violent motion, and my world went black.  God only knows how long I was out for.
    An indescribable scorching pain along my pelvis and across my lower back was what woke me.  When I looked down at my body, my eyes blurred instantly, and I was gasping at air to stifle the shrieks of pain that were bubbling in my throat.
    What I saw almost killed me .
    Beads of cold sweat exploded across my cheeks and forehead.
    I couldn’t believe what I saw was real.
    He branded me with his name.  My skin, it burned, and I’m panicked and sick. Blisters have formed in the shape of the name David, and I feel the intense throbs of pain pulsing and screaming at me.  The burn had extended through my epidermis and into the dermis, its second layer, and I moaned out in agony, because I knew I would have these scars for the rest of my life, however long that might be.  My stomach was rolling…and then I felt them…
    The cramps … My body felt beaten, but my stomach felt wrong.  It felt so wrong. 
    Looking around, I found myself lying on my bed, still naked, cold and shivering, with a thick layer of sweat pouring out of my pores.  The muscles of my lower back and stomach were convulsing, and there was an intense cramping and clenching of my uterus. 
    Oh, God.  No, please, please don’t take my baby . 
    In the blur of my eyes, I saw David as he sat at my desk with the papers from my bag strewn all over the floor… he knows I know … The way he looked at me was sickening.  If I doubted before what I had found about SamMatt Pharmaceuticals, there was no doubt now.  Those papers were his , and what was on those papers would put me in jail for the rest of my life, yet I was totally innocent.  The huge offshore bank accounts with my name on them were all his .  He framed me, set me up, all that time, so he could steal millions of dollars from my father’s hospital.  Aurora was telling me the truth. He never did love me.
    I could feel it then, the life of my child seeping out of me. I felt her leaving me and I couldn’t protect her.  I couldn’t keep her safe. I felt my heart just dry up and shrivel, harden, and die. 
    The monster turned his face in my direction, gun still pointing at my head, “What the fuck did you do? You went through my private belongings.  This is the end of you.  Do you understand that you just killed yourself, baby?  I can’t let you live after this.”
    “David.  Take me to the hospital.  The baby.  The baby,” I cried.
    “Baby’s gone.  I took care of that while you were asleep. That should have been a blowjob, anyway.”
    What?
    No.
    No.
    “No.  No,