He evilly grinned. “Don’t do it.”
I ignored him and made a run for the open door, but within seconds Philip was on me. From behind me, he gripped my arms. He turned me to face him, and when I tried to dig my nails into his flesh, he stomped on my knee.
I screamed as pain erupted in my right lower leg.
“I asked you nicely to sit down, Aideen, just so we could talk,” Philip sighed. “I didn’t want to do that.”
I couldn’t think for myself or process what this horrible man was saying. All I could think about was the pain that I was currently feeling.
“Oh, God,” I wailed.
Philip hoisted me up against his body and pulled me over to my chair where he dropped me. He forcibly slapped me across the face when his hands were free and snarled, “Stop. Screaming.”
I instantly closed my mouth, but no matter what, I couldn’t stop moaning in pain. I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed from my eyes either.
“I don’t know why women do this,” Philip grunted to himself. “I tell them to do something, but they defy me like they think I won’t punish them.”
Punish?
“I don’t even know you!” I hollered. “Why would I stay and do what you ask?”
“Because,” Philip chirped, “you don’t want me to harm your unborn child or Kane, do you?”
I forced my eyes to focus on Philip. “What are you talkin’ about?”
How did he know about Kane?
“Your boyfriend and your baby, you want them kept safe, yes?”
I blinked my eyes and nodded my head.
“Then stop screaming and sit there like a good girl.”
What was happening?
“You broke me leg!” I cried and used both of my hands to hold the area below my knee. I needed to hold it but couldn’t directly touch it.
“I wouldn’t have if you’d done what you were told.”
“Fuck you!” I bellowed then whimpered in pain.
Philip chuckled to himself then walked over and shut my classroom door. He walked over to my desk and proceeded to dig around inside my bag until he came up with the keys to the door.
He pocketed the keys then pulled up a chair from one of my student’s desks and sat in front of me. He leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees and just stared at my face.
I tried my best to glare at him, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t do anything but cry.
“Are you okay?”
He was asking if I was okay?
“Do I look like I’m okay? You bloody bastard!”
Philip laughed and sat back in the chair. “I can see why he is with you.”
What was he babbling on about?
“You can see why who is with me?” I hissed.
Philip smiled. “Kane, of course.”
Kane?
“Y-you know Kane?” I questioned, forcing myself to think of the conversation instead of the pain in my leg.
Philip laughed, “Yeah, Kane and I go way back.”
I felt my eye twitch as I glared. “You want to clarify that?”
He cackled, “I bet he loves your attitude. People are terrified of him, but I’d bet my life that you talk back to him every chance you get.”
I closed my eyes when the pain in my leg became too much.
“Don’t you pass out on me.”
I screeched when pressure suddenly gripped my leg and fresh pain shot through my body.
“Good girl, open your eyes.”
I snapped my eyes open and glared at the scumbag before me. He removed the hand that he placed on my leg and sat back in the chair.
“Tell me,” Philip smiled, “what is the sex of Kane’s brat?”
I placed my hands on my stomach in a protective manner.
“We don’t know yet,” I whispered.
Philip hummed to himself but said nothing.
“What do you want with me?” I asked, my body trembling.
Philip laughed, “It’s a pity for you, but I need to hurt Kane and to do that, I need you. You just happen to be a good woman involved with a bad man.”
That struck a nerve.
“Kane is a good man, and you won’t be hurtin’ him at all.”
Philip snickered, “You’re goin’ to stop me, are you?”
You bet your arse I am.
“Does this make you feel like a man?” I asked. “Injurin’ a pregnant woman.”
Philip’s face hardened. “I don’t see gender - just a person who is my key to getting want I really want.”