Chapter 42 - Condition!

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"Please let go of my mom. Hurt me but don't hurt her."

"Please! Let me see her for once!"

"Please! Hurt me but don't hurt her." The seven years old boy cried before the bunch of cruel men. There were total 4 of them.

"Hahahaha. Have you all listened to this brat? He wants us to hurt him instead of his mother." One of them spoke.

"I think once in a while changing the taste won't hurt us. Besides that bitch can't even stand on her feet now. Passes out soon." Another one said from them.

"And he don't seem that weak. I think he can take it." Another chortled.

"Hahahaha!" All of them laughed.

"Hey boy, you love your momma? Can you do anything for her?" A man from this group asked the little boy. The boy was far too little to understand anything but what he saw in the man's eyes shook his heart in fear.

The unnatural glint of pedophilia.

He automatically stepped back, shaking his head. Dread gripped his tender heart.

"See the big boy is getting scared now. Then we have no option but to hurt his mom." Someone sneered.

"No!" The boy cried.

"Hurt me but don't hurt my mom. Please! I have no one but my mom. She is sick." He pleaded.

"Then stop crying and be a big boy. Come here." Someone called him, gesturing his hand.

With shaky steps, the boy walked forward without even realising that he just sold himself to a bunch of sick lunatics to save his mother.

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"You all are bad! You lied! You told me that you won't hurt my mom!"

"It hurts! Stop!" Adam was jolted awake from his sleep with a scream. The horrible memories of about two decades, which he always tried to forget, peeped in his thoughts.

He was sweating and had a headache. Getting out of the bed, he sit on the couch and lit a cigarette.

He inhaled the smoke and leaned against the couch. He slid his hands inside his t-shirt and slightly toughed his abs. After a long long time, he felt a creep when he touched that part of his body.

The last two things he wanted to feel were vulnerability and helplessness. And he was feeling exactly these feelings right now. He got up and with careful steps, entered Fiona's room.

He saw Fiona was sleeping hugging his little brother Zack. Just like when his mother hugged her during sleep. A warmness filled his heart, calming his restless mind. A smile formed in his lips without his knowledge.

If he wouldn’t be so blind and monstrous in revenge, there were a chance that Fiona would have their child. Whether rape or not, Fiona acknowledged that child, so it was their both. But he ruined everything. They snatched it from her, he snatched that only happiness from her.

Now when he thought about it, the list was never ending, the things he snatched from Fiona. Ripping her from her peaceful life, he destroyed her. She was nothing but a dead shell of the previous lively Fiona. He even snatched her motherhood.

When he thought she couldn’t be a mother again, he realized that the harm he caused her was irreversible.

Did she deserve anything of these?

Whether we call it forcing or not, he wouldn’t leave her.

Once Adam's sick and lunatic brain thought Fiona's condition might have changed if she could become pregnant again. He wanted to make her pregnant again. But now she was barren.

Was there any way left for him to bind her with him?

He was too scared to let her go. He didn’t want any child, he only wanted her.

The mere thought that she would leave made him crazy.

He made up his mind that he would never let her go. He would spend his whole life taking care of her. This would be his only redemption.

But why? Did he developed any feelings for her? Yes! But which feeling was that?

Even he was unaware of that. Because for the first time in his life, he felt it for someone other than his parents. It was so old that he felt it almost foreign.

His lunatic mafia brain quickly did the calculation and decided that he would talk to Fiona's father. He was sure that he didn’t kill his patents but still didn’t like him at all.

Next day,

In Adam's study:

"What do you want to talk to me?" Brian asked. Adam called him to the study room to discuss about something important.

"Listen, whatever happened to Fiona, we can not undone." Adam started.

"But I want to make up for that. It's my fault that she is like this." Adam added.

Brian stared at him for a second, not believing if he was hearing right?

"Finally you realised your mistake. If you want to make up then let us go. My daughter can start her life a fresh." Brian said.

Adam shook his head.

"You are wrong. It's my fault that she is like this. I want to take care of her myself, forever." Adam proposed.

"What do you mean?" Brian quirked his brow.

"I want to make her my wife and take care of her. Let me take care of her, marry her off to me." Adam stated.

Tap!

A loud sound of slap heard in the study room. Brian just slapped Adam. He stood up from the chair and panted. The veins of his forehead popped out.

"I will rather kill my daughter with my bare hands before handing her to you! How dare you!" He shouted.

"I thought you would feel remorse for what you did to her. But no! You are a selfish criminal!" Brian hissed.

"You want to marry her? Over my dead body." Brian declared.

Adam clenched his jaw, his hand went to his holster to reach the gun. His hands were itching to shoot this man. But he stopped himself thinking about Fiona. Fiona already hated her to core. He couldn’t afford to earn more hatred from her.

Brian was about to leave but saw Fiona was standing by the door. She listened everything.

"Dad, tell him if he wants to marry me, he has to fulfill some conditions of mine. Marrying me wouldn’t be easy for him. If he can fulfill these conditions, I will marry him and let him take care of me, acknowledge him as my partner." Fiona announced.

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