Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) by Penny Knight (reading books for 6 year olds TXT) 📕

“You were there? You were one of the men that Irina sold me to?”

He nods. “I’m the one that gives that wench money,” he says with disdain.

“To take me back to our father?” Oh God, I can feel it starting again, the dull ache increasing.

“Fuck no,” he laughs. “You were just a kid. I wouldn’t throw you into all of his shit. I had just learnt you existed. When I checked up on you, you were living in squalor.”

“Oh shit, oh shit!” I grip the headrest again and scream out as the pain grips me. No, not now. I need to know more.

“Fuck. Just hold on.” He cuts through traffic, the sharp turns not helping at all.

Again, he reminds me to breathe. And again, we both breathe through the contraction together.

This one’s longer and more painful. “I can’t do this.” My body drops on the back seat, white dots blurring my vision. My elbow slips from the leather seats, my clamming body cannot handle too much more.

I don’t want to have a baby in the back seat of a car.

I don’t even want to have a baby.

I have been pregnant for three days.

Out of all the unfairness in my life, this one I am pissed about the most.

I have so many questions for Milan, my brother, but the energy to talk is slipping away. I am slipping away.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He reaches back and hits my knee. “Eyes open. Come on. You must have more questions.”

He is trying to keep me engaged. He is trying to keep me alive.

I open my eyes.

“How come Irina never told me you existed? There were no pictures.”

“Because she was junked up. Or more so, because Dad enslaved her to never mention me to anyone. She just simply doesn’t know she had twins.”

“Twins?” I gasp.

“Yep, Dad wanted a boy so he could train me to become an Immortalie. He grabbed me and left you.”

That explains the ‘I wasn’t part of the deal’ Irina had been spouting.

“Is he that bad?” I ask. He looks at me through the mirror.

His face hardens.

“Yes, and no. There is too much hatred and history to reason with him. He couldn’t have known about you being pregnant. Because the small team that extracted you would have been an army,” he says. “When we found out you were the one to fulfill the prophecy, I had to tell him I lost you when you were eight.”

Milan grazes the scar on his lip, his eyes darkening.

I swallow.

“Are you going to get in trouble for helping me?”

Silence hangs after the question.

“I am not a good person, Elita. I will get what I deserve.”

I don’t know how to argue the point when the only other time I have seen him, he was seconds away from killing Topher. I decide not to.

I lay my head back again. I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m tired. My head lulls to the side, just closing my eyes for one second.

“If you take me back to Leo, he will not let you go.” Even if he is helping me now, I’ve heard him talking about what is in store for Milan once he’s caught. It’s not good. Could I beg on behalf of my brother to excuse the crimes he had committed? I doubt it. “You can’t take me back there yourself.”

He laughs. “You want to protect me?” He shakes his head. “Did you smoke some of Momma’s crystal pipe sissy?”

Eyes still closed, I smile. The build-up is starting again. I think I would have liked a brother. No, I would have loved a brother.

No time to worry about that.

Another contraction is starting, and this one has me in tears. This one Milan cannot help me breathe through.

This one has the blood seep out between my legs, the same feeling as before but more.

Something is deathly wrong.

When Milan pulls to a stop, we’re outside the skirts of the city. He turns to face me. “If I take you further, I won’t make it out alive.”

His face is fading in and out. Every time I blink it takes longer and longer to open them again.

“Fuck.” He pulls out his phone.

The pain hits again, I don’t scream, my throat is too dry and sore. I sink, my body contracting and my tears falling.

“Put me through to your boss. Tell him I have what’s his,” Milan says over the phone. “If you don’t want to lose your job, find a way to put me the fuck through to him. Now.” His eyes are still on me. He grabs my hand and I squeeze. Hard.

He takes it with ease I crush his fingers with all my might through the pain.

“Corner of Roberts and Park Lane. Black Mercedes AMG,” is all he says before he hangs up. Lifting my hand to his mouth he says, “He will be here soon.”

“Thank you.” I’m crying like a child, scared and relieved.

“I gotta go.” I nod even though I don’t want him to. “I will be in touch when it’s safe.” He kisses my hand and is out the door without waiting for me to respond.

I am alone.

In the back seat.

Having a baby.

The contraction subsides just as the door I’m leaning on opens. And I fall into waiting arms.

I look up.

Leo’s face is racked with horror as he looks at the bloody scene in front of him.

“I’ve got you,” he says. And like a baby I cry harder with relief, nodding.

He moves us back in and slips underneath, not letting go. The car starts, Broderick hits the pedal, and we’re on the move.

“I am so sorry.” He brushes hair off my face. A tear falling down his chiselled cheek. His comfort is soothing until the sharp pain hits again. The contractions coming hard and fast now.

I scream in response.

He offers comfort as much as he can, but the white spots are taking over.

“She’s having the baby?” Broderick cries out.

“Doc is waiting. Drive,” Leo says. “Elita. My