Chapter 13 – You Criminal Baby… |Members Only| Billionaire’s Baby Runaway
She goes white as a sheet of paper and collapses in my arms with my heart banging my throat.
I scoop her in my arms and take her in the living room and lay her on the sofa, checking her vitals. Her heart is at extremes, rapid heartbeats, and then suddenly low ones, and rolling in this manner. She’s cold as ice and barely breathing.
Oh my God! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO YOU?! Hang in there, baby! Fucking shit!
I run to the fucking office to take that box. I open the drawer and look inside for the box. There’s a gun, ammo, phone, some papers, a bottle of pills.
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BOX?! IT’S FOURTH DRAWER!
I grab the fucking drawer and pull it out to put it on the desk and search again, going nuts that I don’t fucking find it! She’s in fucking death danger!