Tanner's Devil Part 40.2

One more post for today. We are so swamped at work that I'm actually busy!

We should finish chapter 40 by today and then get this baby done by then end of the week. YES!

Yesterday we almost hit 1000! Thank you very much!

Responses from the last post:

General statement. I giggled when I saw my third "WTF" comment but at least it wasn't any horrible threats although I was honored by the naming children after me. LOL

anon1: Yeah I was wrong, but you know i love cliff hangers

Marlena: are you even pregnant? and hubbard would be a horrible first name.

Shai: sorry you jumped ahead. hurry up and catch up! Yes I did get a ride yesterday.

anon2: will you kick the puppy for me too cuz i wish i could kick Latasha.

jdub: erghhh back, LOL.

anon3: Pari's story line is still playing out as we speak and that's all i have to say about that.

beeutee: such venom and verosity. leave him for the wolves? extreme but i like it.

Okay, working and typing hard. Talk to you later.

As always....Enjoy....

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The scream would not come out, yet there was not one centimeter in her body that she wasn’t feeling terrified. Donetello was here in the flesh gripping against him as if he wanted to break her in half.

“Aren’t you, Tanner?”

“No,” she whispered.

The back of his hand came up and slapped her across the face sending her to the floor. Tanner crawled away toward the vanity, still clutching her bag. Donetello moved slowly beside her and kicked her in the hips. She curled in a ball to protect her stomach.

“Please, don’t!” she begged.

Grabbing a chunk of her hair in his hand, he yanked her up to her knees and ordered in a hiss,
“Say it.”

She could feel the follicles almost popping out her scalp in pain. Stubbornly she shook her head and received another backhanded slap for that to her other cheek. Trying to crawl away again, he caught her by her hair once more and pulled her on her knees again.
He bawled his fist up to punch her.

“Please!” she cried, clutching the front of his shirt desperately. “Donetello, I’m pregnant. I swear. I don’t how, but I am.”

Even more anger raged in his eyes, but his fist relaxed and his whole demeanor calmed instantly. He released the grip to her head and let her collapsed to the floor. “Don’t matter, Tanner. I’m still taking you with me.”

“I don’t want to go back! I don’t want anything to do with you, anymore,” she seethed. “I hate you.”

“And you love him? You wanna stay here and forget where you came from? Get your shit and let’s go.”

She felt like back in the day when he used to come and pick her up from a John’s place.
Clutching the bag to her chest, she stood up and turned away from him to look into a mirror. Her lip had begun to swell on both sides of her face. “Please Dontello. Don’t make me leave now. Let me have the baby for him and then I’ll come to you. I promise.”

Donetello moved up behind her and Tanner felt disgust as he wrapped one arm around her stomach and another arm around her neck. “And take the chance of losing you again?” he asked. “No, Tanner. You’re coming with me. Now you either have two choices: One, you could walk out of here with me just as quietly as I walked in. Or two, you make a big fuss, bring everyone up here to help you and I slaughter each one in front of you including that son of a bitch John that I’ll take great pleasure in gutting like the cracker pig he is.”

Tanner closed her eyes knowing that without a doubt, Donetello would do it.


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When Harrison found Devlin spread out in the middle of the wine cellar floor passed out with three bottles lying around him empty, it was three in the morning.

Even Devlin wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping, but once awake, he instantly became sober when Harrison asked, “When was the last time you spoke with Lady Tanner, mi’lord?”

Devlin checked his watch. “I went back up to the room at midnight, but it was still locked,” he mumbled, but he wasn’t going to admit that time, unlike the first time had felt kind of empty – as if she hadn’t been there.

Harrison frowned his deep blue eyes, looking highly concerned. “I just had the head servant open the door, so I could check on her because Ruby also knocked after you left with no answer.
He said he hadn’t seen her since she departed the dining room earlier in the evening.

Flinching at the reminder of the earlier evening event, he put Tanner’s wedding ring he had been clutching since then in his pocket and stood up. The room spun for a slight moment, but he shook this off and let Harrison brush off his clothes. A problem seemed to be at hand and he needed all his sensibilities. “Didn’t you say she probably left on the flight with Renaldo to me when I came to you a few hours ago?”

“After you came to me, like I said Ruby followed shortly and expressed concerned. That is why I checked the room to see what she had taken and to gage when she had left and why she had left Ruby when she promised she would take him if she did leave. When I saw all her items still there and no Lady Tanner, with the balcony doors wide opened and tied sheets on the ground in nearby bushes below, I began to worry.”

Devlin shrugged. “So she snuck out.”

Harrison shook his head. “Lady Tanner wouldn’t do that. Not in her condition.”

“What condition?”


Tanner's Devil Part 40.2 (c) 2006 Sylvia Hubbard