Cold

~ SASHA ~

Nathan wasn't smiling. He wasn't the cartoon villain who took delight in scaring others. He didn't seem to feel anything at all. He barely looked human.

Sasha opened her mouth, but Nathan pressed the barrel of the gun harder against her temple. "I'd recommend keeping your mouth shut. You've already pissed me off one too many times. I'm still tempted to just kill the three of you and start over."

"Don't," Nick snapped. "She might be pregnant."

"If she is, it's likely implanted by now, so we're screwed."

"Not if you keep her alive."

Nathan rolled his eyes again, as if they'd had this conversation several times already and he already knew the answers.

Sasha didn't move, just watched that gun and held her son as tightly against her body as she dared. Her heart pounded in her ears until she could barely hear the beeping of the equipment in that other room.

"Sasha, give me the baby," Nathan said coldly.