Rita's POV
"You'll always be a slave to my cooking skills, Rita"Richard said and I lost my appetite. Memories of the several times he's referred to me as a sex slave came rushing in. The torture I got that night when I talked to Scott.
"Richard, I want to go"I said.
"You can have my phone. Just give me the cheque I worked for, please"I said.
"You want me to let you go and marry Scott? I can't. You'll stay with me and we'll raise our baby together" He said and I shook my head.
"I don't want my child to be raised by a mafia boss" I said.
"Scott is the same and you still want to go to him" He said and I shook my head.
"Scott has decided to let go of that world and live peacefully with the baby and I. You can't do such can you?"I asked.
"Not at all but that doesn't mean I Can't raise our child" He said.
