“That’s enough.” Thomas disconnected the call, cutting Adam off. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Leah’s hands started trembling and started looking around the room for an exit as she scooted the chair away from him.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” he chuckled, grabbing her by the arm and pulling up out of the seat. “I find pregnant women revolting.”
“What do you want?” she asked, unsure if she wanted to know.
“I want you to get dressed because we are getting the fuck out of here.”
He started dragging her towards the stairs past Ramira, who was still lying there unconscious.
“He will not find you where we are going. And you’d better hope he does love you, or at least wants you enough to give me what I want. Or I am going to kill you.”