Chapter 11. Where the Hell Is My Son

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 all I could do was watch, helpless and afraid.

"Your time starts now," he said, his voice as cold as ice. He turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "Tick tock, tick tock," he taunted as he left, and I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Devon!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "You can'