22: Back In Unwanted Arms

"Dada!"

Paul damn near dropped the bowls of oatmeal he was bringing the twins when Gavin shrieked that, shooting Sine a panicked look. She followed him out of the kitchen, both adults looking down at the twins incredulously.

Sine was pretty sure she was having a heart attack, that feeling intensifying when Kalea giggled and pointed directly at Paul and echoed the 'dada', clapping her hands together.

Paul set the bowls down before the pair, reaching out to pull Sine into his side, steadying her.

She had to learn how to breathe again, her heart beating furiously in her chest, and managed a weak smile. It was only natural, she supposed. Paul did everything a father would do, what Mark had done, though it was all too apparent Mark was gone from their short memories. "Sorry." She whispered, apologizing for the near fainting spell and whatever else she could be sorry for.

"It's okay." His gaze was filled with worry as he helped her to a chair. "Sine…" Paul hesitated, cocking his head to the side. "I'll be right back."

She could only watch in confusion as he disappeared out the door, reluctantly turning her attention to her twins. "Oh merde…"

Ten minutes passed and Paul still hadn't returned, causing her anxiety to further increase. She finally pulled herself out of the chair and cautiously approached the door, feeling her stomach coiling into knots. Before she could even reach for the handle, the door flew open, tearing a scream from her.

Mark. With Paul pinned against him, a heavily tattooed arm wrapped tightly around Paul's throat, a gun balanced against his temple. "You have a choice." He said darkly, eyes flashing as he scanned his wife, and then his children. "You either come with me willingly, or his blood will be on your hands."

"I'll come." Sine said instantly, not about to let anyone die for her and knowing Mark would do it.

"Sine…" Paul rasped, his face an unhealthy red color.

"Dada!" Gavin shrieked, running as fast as his wobbly, chubby legs would allow towards Paul. He came to a halt and landed on his padded butt with wide, green eyes, staring up at Mark.

Sine was going to have another mini heart attack.

Gavin had just called Paul… Mark was seeing nothing but red as he cocked the trigger, aiming low and shot Paul in the leg, ignoring Sine's shrieks of fear. "Get them ready to go." He ordered, struggling not to scream at her, his tone instead coming out low and icy.

Once Sine had grabbed two diaper bags and dressed herself and the twins appropriately, he let Paul drop to the floor, walking over to stand directly in front of her. "You have ten seconds to get your cowering ass to the car and if you try to run, he dies. Do you understand me?"

All she could was nod, scooping up the twins and bolting out the door. She carried them out as fast as she could, hearing Mark speaking behind her and could only pray he didn't shoot Paul. She fastened the twins into the waiting car seats before spinning around to find her… husband… leaning in the doorway of the house, staring down at the barely conscious Paul. "Mark, please… don't." She begged.

"Say goodbye Sine."

"Goodbye." She whispered.

Somehow, Sine dozed on the drive to wherever they went, though nearly every little sound Mark made would cause her head to snap up. This was what? Fourth? Fifth time he had found her? She wasn't counting the chase around the world, that had been a game to him.

"We're here."

She came out of her half-doze, half reflection in order to peer through the windshield, cringing inwardly when she seen what was a lot of flatland with a ranch on it. They were in the middle of nowhere, why was that not surprising? There was no way in hell Mark was going to let them return to their Manhattan lives, not now.

"Gavin, don't touch, Cherie." She whispered when he instantly went for the fireplace once they were inside, Kalea clinging to her leg, not appreciating being in a new place all of a sudden apparently. Sine didn't really appreciate it either.

"Gavin."

Gavin turned slowly, his mouth wide open as he stared up at the giant.

Mark bent down to lift his son, sighing when Gavin began screaming bloody murder and shot his wife a murderous look. There were his damn kids and she had turned them against him! She was going to pay and pay dearly, already knowing she had probably tried replacing him with… Paul.

Doing his best to ignore her, Mark scooped Kalea onto his free hip and carried them down the hallway to their new bedroom, laying them each in a crib. "Enough!" He roared when Gavin wouldn't stop screaming. "Sine! Come take care of him since you decided to turn him against me!" He ordered, storming out of the bedroom before he really frightened his son.

Sine hurried to the nursery, picking up her son instantly and began rocking him until he fell into a fitful sleep, murdering 'dada'. Reluctantly, she laid him down and glanced at Kalea who was already asleep and smiled. Kalea could sleep through anything.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared down at the twins, not wanting to leave the room anytime soon.

She wasn't given a choice as thirty minutes later she was dragged out by her still enraged husband. She managed not to shriek as she was hurled into what she assumed to be… their… bedroom, landing awkwardly on the bed in an ungainly sprawl of limbs.

Mark glared down at her, having cooled himself down with an icy shower, clad now in nothing but a towel around his hips. He didn't give her time to straighten herself out, just moved onto the bed, covering her with his massive body. Within seconds, he had her divested of her clothes and was pressing against her, feeling her trembling. "Beg." He ordered gravely, his hands squeezing her bare thighs. "Beg for me to fuck you."

"No." She whispered, shaking her head back and forth. When he squeezed even harder, she let out a soft cry of pain. She didn't want him, she wanted Paul! She wanted Paul's love, not whatever it was Mark felt for her. Sine hadn't been starved for attention, she had been with her illicit lover, who had not used her roughly. As such, her body was no longer used to being treated roughly and was recoiling at the pain.

He stopped squeezing, instead kissing her neck, feeling her soft skin beneath his lips and growled while pressing into her. She wanted tenderness, and not from him, he could feel it.

Did he know that very morning, before they had come out of bed, Paul had been in the same places he was currently visiting? Sine mused, laying perfectly still as her husband tried coaxing some enjoyment from her. If he went any further he would, and he had, she felt him tensing when he reached her hips, a love mark right there in his face.

He seen it and struggled to keep the bile down, moving back up her body and guided her legs around his waist. She hadn't responded to him being gentle, and that mark… he bent down to press his head against hers, letting her see the acid in his eyes. "You're mine, Sine." He whispered angrily. "You're going to give me a child, a child who calls me dada and not some other man."

Her eyes widened, lips already forming the word 'no'.

"Those are my babies and you took them away from me. It won't happen again." He vowed, angling himself before pushing into her without an ounce of concern for her. His lips curved when she cried out in both pleasure and pain, refusing to let her adjust and took her for his own, showing her who she belonged too, letting his anger fuel him on.

"Mark, stop!" She screamed, digging her fingernails in his arms, trying to shift away from him. Each of his thrusts seemed to come harder and harder, this had just turned into a grudge fuck.

That it had. It was an angry fuck. This was a 'if you ever leave me again for another man or any reason, I'll kill you' fuck. Mark was pissed and it was showing in his treatment of her, his face contorting in rage as she even now tried to deny him. He caught her wrists, holding them over her head, not caring if she was hurting, if he was hurting her. She could scream until she was hoarse. There was no one to save her, no Paul to come help her.

"Mine!"