Chasing His Betrayed Luna novel Chapter 62

LARISA’S POV

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“Why won’t he stop coughing!” I groaned. Completely frustrated.

The little boy has been more of a pain in my ass than I thought he would. Fucj that! I thought he was the safer twin to kidnap because he was gentle and sweet unlike his sister but I’ve come to realize that it would have been better to take the girl instead.

After all, I could easily knock her out with drugs and seal her mouth with a tape just to keep her from talking my ears off.

The little boy has reminded me why it is safer for me not to have kids even though I still desire to carry Raiden kids in the future.

I was nice enough to give him freshly made meals from my parents' mansion yet he refused to eat. I bought him snacks, but he didn’t take them and each time he wakes up from the drug-induced sleep, he wails about his mom and sister.

Somehow, I managed to endure him until he started coughing last night. Before the cold started, I noticed his cries became less loud and frequent. I assumed he had lost his strength. When the cough fits started, it wasn’t serious or should I say I didn’t take it seriously until now.

“I’m sick and tired of you, boy! Stop making that annoying noise. You can cry all you want but don’t infect me with that cough of yours.” I complained, standing in front of the cell I provided for him.

He had a makeshift bed and a blanket to keep him warm but even that didn’t stop him from coughing like his lungs would split any moment.

“I. Want. My. Mama.” He whined, punctuating each word with a cough.

He looked paler than yesterday which made me yell, “Your need is more important than your want, boy. You need to eat or you will pass out and never see your dearest Mama or your sister ever again.”

I silently hoped my threats would work this time despite failing many times in the past four days. To my dismay, the little boy coiled up in his bed, ignoring my words and the food I brought for him.

“Suit yourself. You can die for all I care!” I snapped and stormed away from the cell.

A tired feminine voice from the next cell called out to me as I walked past it. “Have you lost your mind to the point of holding a little child hostage? You don’t even know how to take care you him, Larisa.” She spoke to me with hostility and familiarity.

Her blackish-gray hair stood out among all of her features, reminding me of how much she had aged in the past years.

“Mind your business or you won’t be fed today.” I spat at her, moving forward hastily.

I hated coming down to the basement because these people usually gave me the irk. Smelly rats!

As if they were all sent to get me, another soft voice cried, “I want to go home. Please let me see my mom.”

And no, that wasn’t Kylie or whatever Aurelia’s son was named. That was another one of my prisoners. A teenage female to be precise and keeping her hostage has helped me maintain my reign of control over her so-called mom.

“You better get comfortable, girl. Your mom hasn’t been of much help lately so you aren't getting out of that cell anytime soon.” I shrugged as I informed it.