The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 393

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Becca recoils as if I’ve struck her, her face draining of color.

“That’s a lie,” she stammers, her voice trembling, losing its sharp, arrogant edge. “He loves this baby! He’s doing all of this for us!”

“He’s doing this for himself. He’s drowning in debt to a man named Vane. He lost his chemical trucks, his lab is burning down, and instead of protecting you and that baby, he dragged you into a derelict warehouse to watch him commit a capital offense. He’s using you as a prop to make himself feel powerful because he’s terrified. He’s a bully and a

coward.”

A raw, ugly tremor passes over Becca’s face. The mask of cruelty crumbles completely, revealing a wild, unhinged desperation underneath.

“He promised me we were leaving after this. He said once he gets the money from Locke, we’re starting over. We’re going to be a family.”

“Locke isn’t going to give him a single cent, Becca. Locke is coming here with a gun… and Knox knows that. He isn’t planning a future for you. He’s using you as a shield because he’s

too weak to stand on his own two feet.”

I lean as far forward as the zip–ties allow, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

“I survived him,” I tell her softly. “I got away from him and built a life with a man who actually protects me, who puts me first, who would die before he’d let me sit in a cold room like this. You deserve that too, Becca, but you won’t ever get it from Knox. He’ll bleed you dry until there’s nothing left of you, just like he tried to do to me.”

Becca stands frozen in the yellow light, her eyes wide, staring at me as if she’s seeing me for the very first time. The silence stretches between us, heavy and thick with the unspoken, painful truth of what her life has become.

Then, the truth snaps something inside her.

“Shut up!” Becca screams, her face contorting into a violent mask of pure rage. “Shut up, up, shut up!”

shut

She lunges forward, her open palm cracking across my face with a brutal, deafening slap.

Before I can even reset my posture, she strikes me again, a frantic, wild backhand that splits my lip and sends a hot trickle of blood rushing down my chin.

“It’s all lies!” she shrieks, her manicured nails digging into my skin, her rings cutting me open,

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as she hits me over and over, hysterical tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re trying to mess with my head! You think you’re better than me? I’m not you! I am not you!”

Another heavy blow lands hard across the bridge of my nose. Pain flares sharply behind my eyes, and a thick, warm rush of blood pours from my nostrils, dripping onto the lapels of my

coat.

“Get off me! Let me kill her!” Becca screams, her voice echoing hysterically through the dark rafters. “She’s lying! Knox loves me! Knox loves us!”

They aren’t zealots fighting for a cause, they aren’t Knox’s MC boys who’ve sworn an oath to him. No, they’re freelance mercenary labor realizing they’ve been hired onto a sinking ship

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with no lifeboat.

Every second that passes shifts the probability matrix in my favor. Panic degrades tactical efficiency. A fragmented team makes mistakes, forgets angles, and misses quiet warnings.

While Knox wastes time doing whatever the fuck he’s doing, his perimeter is crumbling from the inside out.

I tilt my head back slightly, allowing the blood from my nose to settle rather than obstruct my airway, maintaining steady breaths. I don’t drop my head. I don’t let out a single sob.

Slowly, I lift my eyes, staring straight into the darkness ahead. Deep inside my abdomen, safe from all the violence, my eleven–week spark remains untouched.

I draw on a deep, unshakeable maternal strength, tasting the copper in my mouth, and let a small smile touch my bloody lips as I think:

Keep hitting me, assholes. Go on.

Because every mark you leave on my body is just another reason Locke won’t let any of you leave this building alive.

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