Kim's POV:

The baby shower was excellent and this week, Jack and I are designing their nurseries and everything. I'm so excited. Sometimes, I feel like my emotions are on overdrive because of my hormones.

Anywho, I'm working the bakery until twelve. It shouldn't be that bad because today is Thanksgiving Eve, so almost everyone is gone. So, I'm closing the shop up at noon since the other girls aren't in town. Ryleigh's with Ryan in New York. Kaylee, Matt, and Lacey are all in Miami with Matt's parents. Gemma is going with Gianna to her hometown in Italy.

I looked up from frosting my last cupcake when the bell rang. I turned and saw two buff dudes decked out in black. "Hi, I'm Kim, welcome to Holy Cannoli! How about you look at our cupcake selections while I go use the restroom. Those are problems you have when you're pregnant." I said, adding a nervous chuckle at the end after I saw their matching earpieces and tattoos.

I ran to the back and pulled out my phone to call Jack. It went straight to voicemail. "Jack, it's Kim. Come to the bakery ASAP! I'm scared. And–" I started before the men saw me. "Does this look like a bathroom to you, Blodie?" He growled at me. I dropped the phone and tried to fight back when they hoisted me over their shoulder, I hope this doesn't affect the kids. "Jack! JACK! They've found us; Ricky found us! Get the kids to safety. I love you okay! I love yo–" I said before the man clamped his hand over my mouth. They went out the back door and tossed me in the back seat of a black SUV. They hopped in the front and pulled off, not before punching me in the temple and knocking me out.

Jack's POV:

I had just buckled the kids into the truck and started the vehicle, ready to pull off. I turned on my phone and saw that I had three voicemails. "Jack, this is your mother. Ricky found out where you guys are, you need to leave now." That was the end of the first one. "Jack, Ricky's in town, he's sent some men after Kim. Get out of there NOW. I mean it. Get your kids somewhere safe." Now, I was starting to get worried. "Jack, it's Kim." She sounded worried. "Come to the bakery ASAP. I'm scared. And–" Then I heard a deep voice and Kim scream. "Jack! JACK! They've found us; Ricky found us! Get the kids to safety. I love you okay! I love yo–" She yelled before her line went dead.

I sped to the bakery and left the kids in the car when I went in. The back of the bakery was a mess. Liners and trays thrown everywhere. Throughout all of the chaos, I saw a bright red note. "Come get her if you wish, RW."

I balled it up and threw it across the room. I stormed back out to the truck and went home. On the way there, I called my mom and told her to come take the kids somewhere while I went and got Kim. Both my mom, and a delightful surprise, Kim's mom came to the house and gave me a car; it was bulletproof, apparently. They gave me lots of guns and three first aid kits with a wad of cash and told me that Ricky was holding her somewhere in Las Vegas. Great, the craziest city in the country. I packed enough food, water, and clothes to last us at least two months; I already knew that they probably wouldn't take of her.

Kim's POV:

I woke up naked with chains on both my ankles, locking me onto the bed. My hands were handcuffed above my head and I started crying; knowing what would happen to me. "Welcome back to earth, Kimmy." A slightly creepy voice said. I turned my head and saw Ricky Weaver. But not the Ricky Weaver that I was always fangirling over. No, this Ricky had hair, almost as long as Jack's and his hair was now brown. His eyes looked chocolate, but not like Jacks; he was missing 14 different shades of brown in the irises. He was a lot more built that before and the worst thing was that he was hard. "I know that you're wondering why I changed. Well, you changed me, Kimmy. You made me see what I needed to be. After you threw me into that table and went with that karate kid, I realized that you were the one for me. You were the first and only girl to reject me. But you loved that kid. So, I became just like him. I've worked my way up to a first degree black belt and now, I have you and don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, but I have to make you mine in every possible way." He said, finishing his speech and 'seductively' taking off his clothes.

"Ricky, no, you don't understand. I'm pregnant I'll go with you after I have my babies but I don't want anything to happen to them." I said. I've gone through over half of this pregnancy and I'm not losing them now, not after all the stuff I went through.

"Oh, no Kimmy. We're going to get rid of them so that you can have some babies of mine." He said climbing on top of me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that they with die and you'll be begging me for mercy." He continued, ramming himself into me. I clapped my hand over my mouth and screamed. He continued to pull out and push back into me relentlessly. He was close, I could feel it. "Cum for me Kim, cum for me baby." I whispered into my ear. "Moan my name." I said, louder this time, biting my ear hard. I focused on Jack, I imagined this was him on top of me, instead of this monster. I imagined that he was gently making love to me; I was done in like thirty seconds. I moaned out Jack's name loudly before Ricky abruptly stopped and pulled out, slapping me. "I said my name not that bastard's." He said. He unlocked my chains and made me stand up. I looked at him confused before for he aimed a perfect right hook at my face. When he hit me, I instantly snapped my head back. "Next time I come back, you better say my name, understand?" He said. I nodded and he walked out. That was the first time, in a logn time when I cried myself to sleep.

Jack's POV:

It's been three weeks and two days since Kim went missing and she's not in Vegas. I'm driving back home because I can't find her. I've been doing research on Ricky and apparently, every year the week before Christmas, this week, he goes to a small town in Georgia and does a concert there. So, that's where I'll be going after I stop by and see the kids. I just hope I can make it before my girl is gone.

Kim's POV:

I've been in her for 24 days. And every day, Ricky comes in here and does the same things over and over. At least now, I'm not tied up. We're on the way to his gramma's house in Georgia so that he can introduce me to his father, the man who wants to kill my parents, and his 87 year old Grammy. When his dad realizes who I am, he's going to kill me.

I miss Kaleb and Katy. I haven't seen my babies in forever, what if they forget about me! I miss Jack most of all. When Ricky leaves, I act like Jack's here, holding me and telling me everything is going to be alright. I need him, here, with me.

I guess there's nothing else to do but fall asleep and wait to get to Georgia.

Jack's POV:

I just arrived in Georgia and it turns out Eddie lives next door to Ricky. Isn't that the best coincidence? He said that he was going to New York to spend Christmas with his family. He just left me here in his house after he hasn't seen me in like 6 years, typically Eddie.

I heard a car pull up and hid behind a curtain, hiding and spying to see is Kim was with them. I saw that bottle-blond; wait, not brunette jerk get out of the car and go inside. Next, I saw the back of my girl! She looked really skinny, but her stomach was bigger than before so, I was pretty excited. She turned around and looked at the surrounding neighborhood. She looked so sad; tears may or may not have weld up in my eyes seeing that. She turned to face the building when I tapped on the window. She turned again and looked in my direction. I tapped again, slightly chuckling at her confused face. When she saw me, her face was lit like the sun. 'I'm coming to get you!' I mouthed, she nodded and whipped back around, facing Ricky.

I snarled at the sight of him smacking her butt.

*Time Skip*

I waited for Ricky's dad to leave the house so that it will just be me and that dirt bag. I saw Mr. Weaver carry an old woman out to the car and they drove off. I snuck over to Ricky's house, but not before putting a gun in my jeans, just in case.

I walked into the house and gasped.

Kim's POV:

I rolled around on the floor, praying that the twins would be okay. When Ricky's dad saw me, he beat the crap out of me. And Ricky's oh so sweet grandmother rolled over my foot with her wheelchair, and that woman is no lighter that the color black. When they were punching and kicking me, I tried to block my belly from everything but I know that the twins got one good kick from Ricky, I felt it, even with my arms in the way.

After Rick left me there to go clean himself up, I heard the door open and then a gasp. "Kim, can you hear me?" The person said, softly. They knelt down beside me and brushed the hair out of my face. I nodded weakly, smiling at Jack's face. He bent down and kissed me. I kissed back before breaking away because of the sound of footsteps. I pushed him off of me, "Jack go, he's going to find you."

"Kim, I will not leave without you. Do you understand? I've been without you for almost a month and I'm not leaving you anymore." He said, standing up and pulling me up with him. "Stay behind me and let me handle this jerk, okay?" He said, gently pushing me behind him.

"Kimmy, are you ready for another round of sex? Well, it's not really sex; I guess I should just call it rape." Ricky said, walking into the room. "Well, well, well, when'd you get here?" He said, gesturing to Jack.

"It doesn't matter when I got here, it matters what I'm coming here to do; I'm taking my fiancée back. Oh, and brown really isn't a good color for you, Ricky." He said, grabbing my hand and starting to back me up towards the door.

"Oh, no, that slut isn't getting away that easy." Ricky said, coming to punch Jack. Jack pushed me onto the sofa before the fight began.

I instantly saw that with the way this fight was going, someone was going to be close to bed by the time it was over. "Ricky, get off of him." I said, limping over to the boys and trying to pull them apart.

"Get off of me, bitch." He said, back-handing me, sending me into a body.

I ran into his father; the one people who hated me more than Ricky hated Jack and I combined. "JACK, HELP!" I screamed, his dad raised his hand and bought it down on my face roughly.

"Ricky, I swear to God, move again I will kill you." Jack said, getting off of the ground and running over to me and the man on top of me, pounding my face in.. Jack tackled Ricky's father, getting him off of me, easily.

Just when I thought that I was done being a damsel in distress, I felt a hand go around my mouth and tried to scream as Ricky backed the two of us out of the house. Jack performed a flawless spinning back kick, making Mr. Weaver hit his head on the wall and get knocked unconscious. Jack reached behind his back and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ricky. Oh shit. "I told you that you'd die if you moved, didn't I?" Jack asked sarcastically. He looked at me and nodded. I slipped out of Ricky's grip and heard an extremely loud noise. No gunshot should be that loud. I turned around a let out a sigh of relief when I saw blood leaking out of Ricky's head. I turned around and saw blood pouring out of Jack's shoulder. I grabbed Ricky's car keys and helped Jack stand as we both stumbled out of the door. I drove around, looking for the hospital that I saw on the way here.

"Hold on Jackie, just hold on."

A/N: It's so short because I got absolutely no reviews on the last chapter :'(

I want at least 76 reviews for this one.

Next update: April 10, 2014 (only if you review!)