Chapter 11.

Bella’s POV.

"What?" I yelled, my voice a desperate shriek. I would have punched him if my hands weren't tied. "WTF?" I shouted, my rage rising. 

He looked at me with a smirk, and my anger reached new heights.

 "You heard me right," he said, a smug tone in his voice. "If you want your son, come to the park." 

I gritted my teeth, my heart pounding in my chest. I would have given anything to be free of these ropes, to be able to defend my son. But ...