BUCKED:The Mountain Man’s Babies(11)

My uncle’s nostrils flare. “We will go the family doctor. Now.”

“Why?” I shake my head. I want him to toss me on the street, to say I’m a waste of space. Let me leave.

“Why? You dare ask me why? Stupid girl,” he growls. “You are mine and you will do as I say.”

He grabs me by the base of my neck, guiding me through a corridor, towards the exit. Outside a car is waiting for us. He isn’t letting me out of his clutches.

“Our family has money, but more than that, we have power. And I won’t let some little peshka like you ruining our family name.”

“You consider me family yet treat me like an animal?” I sob, sitting in the town car as his driver winds through city streets. He just ignores me, won’t even look in my eyes. I feel so trapped, stuck. Like a fucking fool.

We stop at the back entrance of a sketchy building and my uncle glares at me. “You speak a single fucking word without being asked and you’ll regret it. Understood?”

I nod too scared to speak.

In the office, I’m handed a cup to pee in by a silver haired woman. I do as instructed, then hand her back the filled sample. She is as quiet as a mouse. But all women are when they’ve spent years keeping their mouths shut.

After that I’m as good as thrown into a doctor’s office that smells like rotting cabbage, dank and dreary, and my uncle follows. A man with a dark suit and grey skin is pulling on latex gloves.

“This the girl?” he asks in a thick Russian accent. Of course it is a man who is connected. Anyone else would ask for proof of insurance, there would be paperwork to sign. Not to mention, my consent. But not here. I’m just instructed to get on a tissue paper lined table and lie back.

Within moments the doctor’s hands are parting my thighs, prodding me with a vaginal ultrasound, while a monitor displays the images of my deepest parts. He doesn’t seem to think addressing me is necessary. He speaks over me, to my uncle.

“The urine sample confirmed the pregnancy. This machine will tell us how far along she is.”

My uncle grunts at the news and I inhale sharply, as the ultrasound presses hard against my most sensitive space. I am pregnant. And I know exactly how far along I am.

Buck who touched me softly, who whispered promises he intended to keep. Buck, who touched me like he knew me. Like he wanted to know me forever.

Buck who I left in an effort to protect.

I want to get back to him.

To tell him the news.

I am carrying his child.

“This is not expected,” the doctor says. His words cause me to return to reality.

“Not expected? Is something wrong?” I ask.

My uncle shoots me daggers. “Quiet, woman.”

“It is twins, unmistakable,” the doctor says, pointing to two heartbeats pounding faster than my own.

“Twins?” I eek, blinking at the truth revealed on the monitor.

“She is four and a half months along,” he tells my uncle. “We can’t see the gender yet. She will need to return every two weeks so we can monitor the progress of the fetuses.”

I dress, and in minutes we’re back in the town car, driving back to the mansion.

“You devushka po vyzovu,” my uncle says in disgust.

Tears slip down my face. Twins.

“Do you want me to leave?” I ask. “I can go and you’ll never hear from me again.”

My uncle turns to me, shaking his head at me like I’m a fool.

Maybe I am.

“You think you can leave now?”

“Well, I can’t very well be sold as a virgin.”

“Of course you can’t. But Rosalind, I’m not selling you anymore.”

“What are you selling then?” I ask, the horror spreading in my gut, and I hold my belly protectively, not wanting any horrible thoughts to be absorbed by my babies.

“The twins of course. You think a virgin carries a high price? Twins on the black market are pure fucking gold.”





9





I return to the diner after stopping at the Sheriff’s office. To be honest, I’m a little annoyed that I went, considering they didn’t have much to say besides asking if I got a fucking license plate number. What the fuck? My focus was on Rosie, on making sure she was okay.

And now, I need to get back to her.

People say love at first sight isn’t real, well then those fools have never had a woman like Rosie riding their cock, her lips swollen and her tits full and round – and no I’m not talking lust here. I mean sure, her appearance turns me on, but what I feel for her is deeper than that. I’ve seen plenty of pretty girls before and they never drew out this animalistic desire deep inside of me, that is driving me to protect her at all costs.