Tessa relished the thought of Raegan suffering as she had.

"The nerve of you to try to turn my people against me. Your words may be silver, but they won't save you today! I can't wait to watch you be a whore."

Blood spattered Raegan's mouth, and her forehead was slick with cold sweat. Her head was spinning, but she understood what Tessa meant.

“I'll give you chance. Call Mitchel. Tell him you've been kidnapped and he needs to bring money to get you back. If he actually shows up, you're free to go. What say you?"

Grasping at straws, Raegan nodded repeatedly.

“He'll definitely pay, no question about it."

"We'll see about that," Tessa retorted with a cynical laugh. She grabbed a pointed wooden stick and aimed it at Raegan's abdomen.

"Make sure he brings the money. If you even hint at me being involved, this stick is going right through you. Are we clear?"

"Understood," Raegan assured her, doing her best to keep Tessa from losing her temper.

If this was only about money, then things might not be as bad as they seemed.

Mitchel's number was dialed. It took him a while before he answered the call.

“Hello, who's this?" he asked in a deep and resonant voice.

At that moment, grief, fear, and panic threatened to overtake Raegan.

“Mitchel, help me," she sobbed with a trembling voice.

“What's going on, Raegan?"

Genuine concerns could be heard in Mitchel's voice, and it almost broke Raegan right there and then.

But this was not the time for tears. Pain surged all over her body, particularly in her abdomen.

She had a foreboding feeling as if something would happen to her baby.

Raegan had to act fast for her sake and the unborn child's.

“I've been kidnapped. They're demanding money. Can you bring the ransom right away..."