The Enemy’s Baby

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. I’ve celebrated a ton of birthdays in my time but my n

erflowing in champagne glasses, strange music that sings about plundering and pillaging plays from the giant spe

the tiger pacing in his cage is sadness. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re locked in a cage.

..I bet it ta

nly my head locks in a chokehold. “I’ve been l

w his own strength. Especially when he’s been drinking and I search for his wife.

ning her gorgeous hairdo.” She goes on to groom me, making sure I look r

igh when his knuckles rub my scalp until the skin bu

It makes uncle all full of himself, his chest bloating and he throws his wife o

ses at me. Oh hell...I just want this to be over. It’s way over the top and the males

ot the prettiest woman around. Most of the other women in the mob are a lot

nice word for it. The

it. It’s too tight, sticking to my limbs until all I want to do is

, the kind where you tell stories with your whole body. When I dance, is

girlfriends of the soldiers and I wince when I notice Julien is among them. She’s the worst. And she doesn’t even bother to

a stuffed sausa

hot girls. Fatty wil

mble and almost fall nose down onto the grass. The catty girls burst into laughter and I turn red in the face. Unable t

into a hard body. It punches the breath out of me and I almost yell out a curse. Strong hands steady

is both well-respected and well-trusted. Despite being in his early thir

terious

ders make me feel tiny and delicate. His tan skin makes him look exotic, and his hair that’s a mi

the other a milky white due to the three, thin scars slashing it

everything that I am is on display for him, my body, my face...my heart, eve

concern. His brows knots and I figure I sounded like a strangled cat just now but

ctor. But I’m not his woma

ireworks explode outside. Rammstein’s eyes narrow as if he doesn’t b

in a strange tone. “What’s t