Ryan looks at me, giving me a feral smirk. “I’ve missed you, baby. I’ve missed my son, too. And regardless of whether you put my name on the birth certificate or not, he is my son.”
“Why can’t you just leave us alone?” I plead. “I don’t want to be with you anymore—”
“It’s not your choice, bitch. You belong to me. I fucking own you. Do you get that? I fucking own your ass,” he shouts.
