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Bonnie's arms still coiled protectively over her swollen stomach. Her heart felt heavy like a weighted crystal vase... and just as fragile too. If there was a way she could save her son from Garthe's cruelty, she was sure she'd take it... even if it meant losing her own life.

Inwardly the brunette vowed, "my son, stay within me and I will protect you with all my might and power. I will not let him touch or harm you."

Garthe's hand found it's way back to her stomach and his gaze returned to her. "I knew you'd carry my son, Barstow..." he laughingly added. "Might I add you carry him well?"

His attempts to sooth her after his brutal choking attempt only made her squirm in the uncomfortable seat.

Garthe's hand then lifted, his fingers clasped coldly upon her feminine jaw and he sharply forced her gaze to meet his. "You will look at me when I speak to you! Do you understand?" He demanded.

A shimmer of tears swept across the mechanic's tired blue-green eyes and still she refused to answer him. Bonnie swallowed sharply, knowing her silence would stoke his already raging temper and she prepared for another strike to the face.

The strike to the face did not come and she relaxed some in the seat. Instead, Garthe gave full command of the driving to Karr. He leaned over in his seat and keeping his fingers of one hand coiled tightly against her jaw, he used his other hand to gingerly sweep through her brunette locks. His gentility would not last however, his second hand's fingers coiled tightly into her hair ready to assume command of his prisoner. His pale blue and gun-metal grey eyes seemed to fixate upon her with the same amount of sentiment as they had the night he had assaulted her.

Bonnie attempted to turn her head away as he drew his face closer to hers. His fingers tugged her by her hair, commanding her gaze return to his. She could feel knots forming within her gut and the baby shift about restlessly inside of her.

Garthe smiled as his powerful hands were able to control, once more, the otherwise strong mechanic. He brought his lips roughly and hotly to hers. "Mhmmm, Miss Barstow... I do believe pregnant women kiss much better...." he breathed against her lips before he kissed her again.

At this undesired move, all of Bonnie's attempts to stay calm faltered and she lifted her arms in an attempt to push him away. A low and threatening growl emerged from the bowls of her sore and bruised throat. When his lips left her's she hissed, "do not touch me again or you will pull back a stump!" Her chest was heaving heavily with the great thrashing of her heart and lungs against her ribcages.

"I'm a pregnant and married woman, Garthe. See these rings on my finger?" She prompted lifting her hand to display the beautiful diamond rings Michael had given her.

Garthe's hand released her dark strands of hair and jaw only to seize her ring carrying hand. Bonnie formed a fist so that he could not take her husband's generous gifts. This caused Garthe to smash her hand repeatedly against the dashboard with great force until her fingers would uncoil.

Bonnie let out a gasp as her knuckles and fist were harshly knocked against Karr's heavy-duty dashboard. She could feel bruises starting to form and with a gasp her finger's uncoiled as she struggled to pull her arm away from him.

He was much stronger than Bonnie was and his cold fingers ripped her wedding rings from her ring finger and he stuck them into his pants.

"GIVE THEM BACK!! THOSE ARE MINE FROM MY HUSBAND AND YOU CAN NOT KEEP THEM!!!" She shouted lividly, nearly forgetting the great peril that would come from contesting Garthe's actions and words.

"What did you just say?" He snapped violently, his face taking on a redness associated with great anger.

"I said.... you will give me... my rings back if you want me to even consider helping you," the brunette more sheepishly retorted.