His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 522

Mia POV

I’m tied up, and my arm is hurting. The rogues hurled me into the van. I’m visibly pregnant, and they hurled me into the van without a car. Thankfully, I managed to move my body enough to not land on my stomach. I’ll take the arm pain over harming my pup any day of the week.

I hear them snickering and saying vulgar things about wanting to take the pregnant woman. It sends a shiver down my spine, but I want to know what’s going on.

“Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me?”

“You are a job, and we are getting paid. As to where we are taking you…you’ll find out soon enough,” One rogue said.

A second rogue said, “But for what it’s worth, you are supposed to be very special to the recipient.”

Recipient? I don’t understand anything, and I don’t see anything either. All I know is I’m in a van, and I’m tied up. I keep my mind link open, hoping Luca will find me. I’m scared. Not for me but for our pup.

All of a sudden, the van stops, and the rogues get out. They pull me out and then move me into a different van. I drop an earring on the ground, hoping Luca will find it and know that I was here.

They move me to a blue van, and now we are on the road again. We start moving, and this time they tie my hands over my head, and Rogue Number One is looking at me and runs his hands over my breasts that are now larger from the pregnancy.

“Don’t touch me!” I spat.

He chuckled, “Trying to be feisty? I wouldn’t try anything, bitch. Not unless you want me to make you lose your pup.”

He groped my breast again, and I struggled to move away from him. But rogue number two slapped him in the head. “We are to deliver her, unharmed, asshole. Stop tormenting her.”

“I’m only feeling her. It’s not a big deal,” Rogue One said.

“I’m not going to get killed for this job because you can’t keep your hands to yourself. Sit up front,” Rogue Two said, and then he sat in front of me while Rogue One grunted.

“Sorry about that. I honestly don’t care what happens to you, just as long as my boss doesn’t kill me in the process.”

“Who is your boss?” I asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied. “How far along are you?”

I hesitated. “Almost four months.”

His eyes momentarily reflected guilt, but he covered it up just as quickly. Interesting. Maybe I can break him and get him to help me.

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