You Killed Our Babies, Now Pay

Chapter 2

"But if Maisie really leaves with the baby, what will happen to our child? Rowan, you know, I've been alone since childhood. I never had Maisie's luck—meeting someone like you when I was young. I never got the chance to give you a healthy baby. God, how I envy her! Fine. I won't make this harder for you. I'll just end it all—me and the baby. Maybe in our next life, I'll be healthy enough to stay by your side!"

Lilith burst out of the room.

She shoved past me, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Then, she scrambled onto the windowsill, teetering on the edge.

The fragile girl trembled in the wind. Rowan's eyes turned red instantly, his voice shaking as he murmured soothing words.

Clutching my aching chest, I turned to leave—only for Rowan to wrench me back.

His tone softened, a rare break in his usual hardness, but his eyes were cold, downright ruthless.

"Come now, Maisie. You've fought through hell with me all these years. You're tougher than this. I'll get the best doctors, the finest artificial heart money can buy for our child. Do this for Lilith, just this once. Please."

For the first time in ten years, the man I'd bled for lowered his head and spoke to me gently.

Yet I couldn't understand his words.

Rowan pulled Lilith down from the ledge and added, "Maisie, even if... the child doesn't survive, I'll give you another. I promise."

Rage burned through me as I stared at him.

Another?

How dare he talk about my child like some replaceable object—like its life meant nothing!

"Rowan! My water broke—the baby's coming now!"

Lilith's sudden wail cut through the room.

Rowan didn't hesitate—like he'd planned this all along.

With one glance, his crew moved. The same men who'd once fought beside me now grabbed me, pinning my arms.

Rowan snatched a syringe and rammed the inducing needle deep into my belly.

Their hands were like steel vices. No matter how I thrashed, I couldn't break free.

Gritting my teeth, I locked eyes with Rowan, searching for remorse but finding none.

His face stayed stone-cold as he jabbed another needle in, then another.

When the third dose emptied, one man grabbed Rowan's wrist with a trembling voice.

He was the gang's doctor.

And he was the only one who had muttered an apology when the men grabbed me.

"Boss, three doses are already the limit—you can't give her anymore! I know you're desperate with Miss Moreau about to give birth, but if this continues, Mrs. Laurent won't survive this!"

"Back Off."

Rowan's voice dripped with quiet menace.

I knew he was truly furious.

In all the years I'd followed him, I'd only seen him this enraged twice.

The first time was when I'd been shot and nearly died. He'd stood vigil by my bed all night, cold and silent.

The next day, without a word, he stormed his enemy, the Carter family's stronghold, alone, and butchered them all.

The second time was now.

I squeezed my eyes shut in despair. More needles plunged into me, and white-hot agony exploded in my belly before darkness swallowed me whole.

When I came to, I was lying on an operating table.

The scalpel sliced into my flesh. Sweat poured down my forehead.

I clenched my fists, raw, guttural screams ripping from my throat.

All to ensure my baby—that heart Lilith so desperately wanted—wouldn't be damaged.