Amelia POV.
We walk down the stairs and I look around discreetly and smirk to myself. There are no cameras in sight. The door looks standard and there are armed men walking around. I roll my eyes at how cliché it all is.
I look at my mom, and she looks at me with a smirk of her own. I stop on the stairs and hold my belly.
“Keep moving.” The man behind me places his hand on my shoulder and I shrug him off.
“Give me a f*****g minute, you big oaf. I’m heavily pregnant and stairs are not my friend. So back the f**k off.” I snap at him, and Fernando stops and turns to see what is happening.
“Give her a moment.” I look at him and smile. I know his game, lure us both into a false state of security and then pull the rug from under us. Well, dickwad, the joke, my love is on you. I hold on to t
