[Rosie's POV]
I was jittery, speechless and tired. Soon, Harry would be over here, to claim ownership of the kids.
Sweat bid my face as I rolled my eyes to my pups in the cradle, their shriek cries brightened my look, not until her voice came back.
It sounded as though she was under duress, her diluted eyes gazing at me.
Goosebumps engulfs me, perhaps fate was bound to happen in such a manner.
"Let him in," I muttered, swallowing hard. She leaves and in a few seconds returns with the man she claims to be my kid's father. However, my expectation was cut off when I saw him instead.
"Larry?" My lips mutter as I froze to the bed, perturbed. He was the manager of the wh*r* house I was captured in.
The atmosphere turns sober and a sudden sadness surges through me.
"Found you at last b*tch!" He growled, his men wearing an intimidating face as they were willing to yield his order.
One of the bodyguards dragged a chair close to where I laid.
My body shook as I feared if Harry might turn up soon. I needed to dismiss these scrupulous guests in my ward. I tried to appear fearless because this man feasts on other's fear.
"Why are you here?" I coldly questioned exhaling softly.
"Return back to the pack Rosie" his lips spewed and I furrowed my gaze at him. He can't be serious.
"No!" I retorted, fuming at him. He already disguised me.
"I don't mind if it's a yes or no, but I'm taking you back!"
The story wasn't clear, why does he want him back? The deal was sealed. The voices of my babies ignited, I needed to feed them and they wanted my attention.
"I'm not returning Larry, I have every right to my life!" I pointed out, trying to rise from the bed when he suddenly snapped his fingers.
The second bouncer quickly moved to the cradle and took my boys. He was mad as though he had searched the entire world for me.
I widened my eyes and mustered up strength to reach them but then Larry stood up and obstructed my path.
"Give me back my babies" I cried trying to push him away but he haul me back roughly that I felt on my knees.
"You wh*r*! You've got that alpha on my neck!"
"What?" I panic almost going subconscious as I struggled to get my kids from his vicious bouncers.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me up while glaring into my eyes. Then his lips spew that alpha Darrell has been searching for me after that night.
They lied. I ran away but he kept coming like a leech.
Nevertheless, I just don't want to get involved with any alpha, that's the choice I've made. "Give me back my babies!" I protested with tears almost choking my voice.
My body aches as I had just delivered and standing properly was difficult.
"I'd only give them if you come back!" He growls in a mockery tone. His eyes darken at me and the skin on his face shrunk.
He has folded his hands into claws and I knew he might hit me if the need calls for that. I felt pain around my lower abdomen, the babies wailing and my head throbs.
A lot rang in my head, I can't return there, never. That pack is more like a nightmare to me. Neither do I want to get entangled with any alpha.
I knew Larry meant business when he said I should come back. If I return, it would be a great profit to them, the alpha might award him.
"If you do not come, I'd give him your location" he furthers with no emotions.
I gnash my teeth, gulp hard and said; "30%, I promise you 30% of my profit sales if you keep my existence a secret" I muttered trying not to shed a tear.
I can't appear weak in his presence, it'd only belittle me. One thing I've told myself is never to grow soft on people I despise.
He let go of my hair and I pant softly, racing to take my kids from these dreaded bouncers. I cuddled them in my arms, kissed their forehead and wept.
Larry adjusted his wrist cuff, cleared his throat and sat back on the chair. He flickered his fingers, crossed his legs and eyed me.
"How can I trust you? I don't even know if you've got something doing..."
"I have a confectionery shop, a blooming one" I cut in glaring at him with so much hate in my eyes.
My body quack but I didn't take my eyes off him.
He grinned at me. Larry only loves it when money is involved. All we needed to do was sign the contract and I'd be out of his snarl.
"50%" he negotiates in a low tone.
"Larry!"
He waved his phone over my face to remind me he had Damian's contact and just a phone call would bring him over.
I folded my lips, for my kids, I don't really mind.
"Agreed" I stated and he seems impressed by that while I take my seat on the bed.
With a snap of his finger, he sent the first bouncer to get an agreement paper printed which would bind us.
He was back in a jiffy as though he had everything stationed.
I was also swift in signing the paper, so that I could breastfeed my pup. Furthermore, I wanted Larry and his men out because they made me nervous.
"Just promise me you wouldn't expose my location to him" I brawl having the strength to challenge him since I had my kids with me.
"Deal!" He snapped in a gruesome tone and walked away with his bouncers.
Immediately he leaves, and Harry walks in. I could see Harry taking a glimpse outside and then rolled his eyes at me.
I wore a doleful look, I could be strong in front of anyone but not Harry.
"Hey, pretty, is there anything wrong, did someone come around?" He whispers drawing closer to me and then places the packages in his hands on the couch close by.
I couldn't even utter a word, when he was close, I embraced him with the kids in my hands.
He seems stunned, judging from my manner I'd approach.
"Please take me out of here" I responded burying my face on his shoulder.
He cuddled me in his arms, stroking my back. "It's okay, I'm here now" he assured me and I heard his sigh.
I felt safe in his arms, in his embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. My mind was at peace.
The negotiation with Larry was one that was quite risky but I'm never telling Harry about it. He might complicate things and fight back. He refrain from my embrace as the kids had begun their wailing once again. We laugh as he claims they were little tigers.
Harry kept me calm as he made me sit back on the bed, questioning if I felt hurt anywhere.
I just told him I was emotional watching my kids weep and he teases me that it's normal since it's my first time giving birth.
Life with him is fun and he was always there to pull me through.
Weaning the kids was like the beginning of another world war and they drain every strength in me.
However, with Harry, there was hope. I was growing fond of him and mostly when he owned my children.
Would everything have changed if we never met? Would I have never said goodbye?