[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.
