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His Baby

Chapter 5

"Erin?" she asked. Slowly, I nodded. Her smirk got even bigger. "I'm Donna Rosschilde. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I sat stiffly in the seat across from Donna, wanting nothing more than to be back on my stupid ass fluffy couch watching tv with Ireland. It was one thing, being told you were going to meet one of the families that ruled the criminal underworld, quite another to actually do it. I was too shocked to say anything at first, wrapping my arms around my stomach and staring at her instead.

She looked almost nothing like Laiden. The only thing she seemed to have given him where her eyes. Don't get me wrong, Donna Rosschilde was still beautiful in her own right. She looked to be around my own height, like 5'11".

"It is alright if I call you Erin." It wasn't really a question, but I got the feeling she wanted me to answer anyway.

I stayed silent for a few seconds as John Doe got into the front seat. She raised an eyebrow, and a chill went through me. There was something about her that was extremely scary, bordering on terrifying. Something that made me want to shrink into my self and stay as quiet as possible and hope she overlooked me.

It was her eyes. They were cold and hard, giving her the same look the driver had had back in the apartment. The look that said she wouldn't hesitate to kill if she felt the need for it. I really did not want to be the one who gave her that need. It was hard to believe the same person had a looks like those and eyes like that.

Before I could answer her question the car shot into motion and I was almost flung onto the floor. The seats lined the walls of the car making it quite possible for me to do a face-plant in front of Queen Crime.

I caught myself on the armrest and quickly clipped on my seat belt before hatred-thy-name-is-thug could pull another stunt to make me embarrass myself in front of... Donna. I swear I could see him smirking back at me from the rear view mirror. I nearly flipped him the bird, but caught myself. It wasn't a good idea to piss off that much muscle.

I settled for silent threats instead. You will pay. Oh yes, you will. I know where you live. I-

Donna cleared her throat softly, pulling me back to reality. In the middle of sending the driver telepathic suicide messages, I had forgotten that she had asked me a question.

"Erin's, fine," I said, my voice shaking a little. Great like she needs to know how nervous I am. I might - stress on the might - be keeping up the image of perfect calm on the outside, but inside I was a mess.

I mean, what the hell could they want with me. I had nothing to give them, had no reason to get invovled with them, and they couldn't possibly know about the... baby yet.... Right?

She tilted her head and her smirk faded a little. "You don't really seem surprised to see me, Erin."

If only you knew, lady.

"I guess I was kind of... expecting..." My voice trailed off as her face darkened.

"Tell me Mr. Cless, did you know who my son was before you slept with him?" I barely managed to suppress the shiver her expression sent through me. Having never seen that look before, it terrified me. It was almost promising me my death.

Slightly embarassed, I shook my head. I hadn't known who he was. Although in retrospect maybe I should have.

She nodded slightly, looking satisfied with my answer. She rested her elbows on the top of the seat behind her and tilted her head before speaking to me again. "I'm going to tell you this now, Erin, so that you can understand your situation before we reach our ... destination. You are going to be staying on the Rosschilde grounds for the next seven to eight months, at least until the baby is born, and whether you stay any longer is entirely up to you."

....

Baby. She knows about the freaking baby! How the hell can she know about the baby already!? Son of a-

It was only when Donna started smirking at me again did I realize I was giving her a death glare that could probably kill millions. Somewhere in the back of my mind something was screaming at me not to do that, to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, but if I had a theripist he would tell me listening to such things was dangerous to my mental health and to ignore it. So I did.

They must have been watching me really fucking close to know about my spawn already, which also means either my doctor is a traitor, or someone who wasn't supposed to got a hold of my medical file.

Then another thing hit me. Seven to eight months? Who the hell was she to decide where I was going to live for the better half of the next year?

My glare got colder, but she only seemed to be more amused. "How the hell did you know about the baby?"

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There are some things very few people in the world live to survive. Crossing Donna Rosschilde was one of them. My head ached and it felt as if my ears where going to start bleeding any second now. Talk about laying down the law. So now I guess I live- oh, God - with them.

Shit. I leaned my head back against the window and closed my eyes.

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Sick and dizzy, I was almost asleep by the time the car started to slow down. I don't know how long it had been since I had dozed off. At least an hour if I had to guess. It was now pitch black outside with very little moonlight showing.

I looked over at Donna who was staring out the windsheild. Her voice was quiet when she spoke, like she herself was tired. "You're going to be trading car's here. Dos," she pointed to the driver,"will take you the rest of the way to Fresno, where you'll meet Laiden and he'll take you back to the house."

I looked at her, a little surprised. "You're not coming?" Lordy, why did I have to sound so scared when I said that?

She looked at me from the corner of her eye, a slight smile on her face. "I have business to take care of here in Avenal. But don't worry, we'll see each other again shortly."

'Meet Laiden, huh? Boy, won't that be a trip?' This is the kind of shit you just don't want to be involved in. At least now I don't have to worry about how to break the news to Laiden.

My idea of fun. Whee.

BlackRage: Ha. Ha. No Cliffhanger, see? Next Chap? We'll see. Check my bio, explanations there.