Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) by Penny Knight (good english books to read txt) 📗
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Dust flicks up from the earth, hitting my face. The masked man unclips me.
What is he doing? We are still too high.
There is a good five metre fall between me and the ground. And it seems the pilot can’t be bothered getting closer.
“LET GO! MOVE!” He roughly tries to remove my grip from the ladder.
“Please, no!” I cry.
The struggle is short as he pries my fingers. Whatever happens, I cannot land on my stomach.
I detach from the ladder and jump, feeling his hands on my back to push me off.
It isn’t pretty, but I break my fall with my feet and roll to my back. I lose my robe in the process. It hurts like hell and my scream accompanies it.
Red dirt is whipping my face as the chopper ascends. Higher and higher leaving me here as darkness falls.
The door opens to the waiting car, with blacked-out windows. Bloodied, bruised and shaking, I watch horrified as to who is on the other side.
The front door opens right in front of me.
Out steps the Immortalie that had me in his grasps, and the one that almost killed Topher.
Milan.
“We meet again.” He towers over me. I stay hunched. Not from fear, but pain. The pain is unbearable, something is really wrong with the baby. “Get up. Come on.”
When I move, it hurts more.
“If you die, I’m fucking dead.” He grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. My scream turns feral.
He backs off and bends his head to access. Trying to see what has me hunched, cradling my stomach.
“What the fuck!” Horror is written all over his face. “What the fuck?” His change is dramatic and instant. He lifts me into his arms placing me in the back of the car.
I sob with relief.
“What the hell is this?” He’s looking straight at me, demanding an answer. “You weren’t pregnant when I saw... oh. Oh shit.”
He looks behind him. Two men stand on either side of the door.
“I’ll put her in the boot,” the bearded man suggests.
“In the boot. You realise she is pregnant with that crazy mother fucker’s baby. You think he’s not going to tear this world apart looking for her?”
“Yeah, but you heard your dad. He wants her,” the bearded man argues.
“I agree. We take her to him. If it’s true, that’s the King’s baby. Best be with your father to teach it the right way,” the other man says.
“No, please,” I cry.
Milan curses. He swings his head to me. “How the fuck could you let him get you pregnant?”
“I will call thy lord now and see if commands have changed,” the bearded man says.
Milan’s eyes dilate. Instantly he grabs his head in his arm, snapping his neck. It’s too quick, my eyes can’t follow. But the second bearded man drops right beside his partner. Not moving.
“Stay down,” he yells, slamming the door, then jumps into the front seat. Burning rubber when it takes off.
He curses over and over at me. Like I have done something wrong. It makes no sense but another wave of pain hits me and I cry out again.
“Do not have that fucking baby here, do you understand me?” The car goes faster.
“I can’t help it. Something is wrong!” I say, but don’t expect sympathy.
“This is worse than I could have ever imagined,” he turns his head back to me. “Just hold on. I will take you as close as I can. That’s all I can do.”
I can’t answer him now or speak. Screaming through a torturous wave of pain.
There is something wet between my legs. Water? I swipe my fingers to see, and it’s warm and sticky. But it’s not water. When I see red staring back at me, I look up in horror.
Milan’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.
“Look, I will get you to him, ok? The baby will be ok.”
The pain has subsided, the throbbing still there from my injuries but the searing pain has dulled, for now.
“Why are you helping me?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Because you went and got yourself knocked up.” He’s angry. Angry at me. It makes no sense. “Bringing you back to our dad is one thing. But giving another baby to him to control and fuck up is another,” he shakes his head. “How the hell are we meant to survive King Leonidas’s vengeance for not just taking his lover but his child? There’s no way that ends good for anyone. I’m so fucked.” He punches the wheel.
Dad.
Did he say our dad?
The pain kicks in again. And this time I know what it is. Contractions. I am losing or having this baby right now. I grip the head rest and scream my lungs out.
“Jesus.” Milan’s wide eyes keep flickering from me to the road. “Breathe, breathe. In and out,” he huffs and puffs, trying to coach me from the front seat.
And in the most bizarre moment in this entire ordeal, in unison we ride the wave together. He keeps my eyes locked on his in the mirror, helping me to control my breathing.
My head drops back once it is over. Exhausted.
“Keep your eyes open, ok? Try to keep them open.”
I lift my head and nod. The adrenaline that has kept me moving is slowly fading.
But I need to know.
“Dad?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “You really know nothing, do you?”
He opens the glove compartment and sifts through it. He finds what he is looking for and throws it in the back seat.
It falls in my lap.
A photo of me as a little girl, sitting on my mother’s lap. The same photo that was stolen from that man when he left. From one of the men my mother sold me to.
“How did you get this?” I sit forward wanting to know more but when I move it hurts.
“Stay still,” he looks back and growls. His eyes back on the road. He merges onto the highway. We are heading back into Adelaide, on the Northern
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