"Fucking get off me!" I growled to the man holding my arms tightly, his fingers digging into my upper biceps as I tried to keep a firm footing. My bare feet dragging across the carpet flooring as I became no match for the brute forcefully pulling me along. 

"Always have to restrain me, pussy ass little bitches," I hissed, trying to hit him with my bounded hands to no avail.

"Calm down princess," Antonio smirked behind us as I shot him a look of disgust, sticking my tongue out at him as the brute kept his face stone, his cold expression giving me shivers as I strangely felt safer with Antonio near. I didn't know why, maybe it was because he was so laid back, or maybe it was even the fact he had dressed me after Peter knocked me out and tended to my bleeding wrists with some cream and bandages. No doubt Peter would of told him to fix me up considering he felt bad about hurting me every time he took a mood swing but never the less he helped me.

"This little fucking swine is hurting me," I gritted out through clenched teeth, trying to yank away from him once again. 

Sighing Antonio reached out, "give her," with a curt nod I was all but tossed into Antonio's arms, glaring at the brute with anger burning through me a I winced at the soreness of my arms.

"He's going to kill you for bruising her," Antonio whispered, his fingers rubbing against the finger indents on my arm as I controlled myself from instantly pulling away from him. Telling myself he wouldn't hurt me, then again I had made that mistake before. That was why I was in this hell hole.

Grunting the brute continued to walk down the corridor. Smiling I pushed my body against Antonio as he quickly caught me around the waist, thinking I was falling. Lifting my leg up I kicked the brute in the back, sending him tumbling forward as Antonio dropped me to my feet, laughing lightly as I smirked in triumph. 

"You stupid fucking bitch!" The brute spat, regaining his balance before stalking towards me, his yellow teeth at eye level as I cowered back from the smell of his decaying breath.

"I have been trapped in this fucking hell hole for 5 days, unbound my arms and I will show you a bitch," I hissed, the anger pumping through my veins, pent up for the last couple of days. I really wanted to punch him, knowing it would satisfy me.

"Enough kiddies," Antonio muttered, gently pulling me away from the brute as he sent him a warning look that would have any man peeing their pants.

Taking a hold of my arm Antonio tugged softly, leading me the rest of the way as I muttered curses under my breath, taking in my surroundings for possible escape routes when I got free from my two guards. Even when they got a rest he assigned more people to watch over me. All together I had about 12 men keep me hostage over the last five days. I didn't even know what day I was on until Antonio kindly told me.

My heart still ached and my body was still weak. It had been five days since I was dragged away, five days since he shot my Darien. They would of found him by now, he'd probably be already buried by the time I escape. I never got my chance to say goodbye to him. Never got to tell him that I forgave him and wanted us to work.

"There she is," the voice of the man I detested filled my ears as I looked away from the window I had been stating out, trying to determine where the hell I was. "My little treasure," gritting my teeth together I held back the remark, knowing last time he strangled me until I lost consciousness.

Smirking he stalked towards me as I noticed the room I had been dragged to was full of young businessmen, men that were all watching me with interest as I glared at the man keeping me here against my will. The man I used to call my friend and then my boyfriend.

"I see you're becoming obedient," he smiled gently, lifting his hand to my cheek to tenderly stroke my makeup less face where the bruise from 5 days ago was still slightly evident beside my eye.

"I-" quickly shutting up as Antonio squeezed onto my arm in warning, instead I sent him a tight smile which he seemed to be grateful of.

"Let me have her," he smiled brightly at Antonio as he hesitantly let me go as I shook slightly on my legs, trying to push away from Peter.

Engulfing me into his arms his cologne attacked my senses making me feel sick, his arms wrapping around my small frame as my hands sat awkwardly between us. My wrists tied together as I stiffened realizing they were pressed against his manhood.

"I'm glad you're warming up to me again," he breathed into my ear, inhaling my scent before hesitantly pulling away. Placing his hands on my shoulders he took a step back, examining me with pride.

"Here she is fellas, isn't she a beauty," frowning I looked around the room as realization shone within their eyes before they all quickly looked away from my burning glare. All but one who continued to stare through my soul.

"Why the hell do you have Sapphire Stark, do you know how many people are looking for her?" his voice bellowed as my eyes widened a fraction, a smile making its way to my lips as I knew people were going to find me.

"She is here willingly, aren't you my love?" he smiled, although the threat was clear in his eyes as I swallowed the lump in my throat. My eyes widening as he pulled a small pistol from the back of his belt, waving it about by his side.

"That's why she's roped up," scoffing, the man stood from the chair, grabbing his coat in the process before sending a nod to the other men in the room.

"I am sorry gentlemen I have no idea why this has anything to do with our deal and I want no part of it," he spoke calmly, his brown eyes hooded with anger as his jaw clenched. Noticing the bags under his eyes the closer he got to us until he was standing directly in front of me, beside Peter as Peter kept his gaze firmly on me, surveying me.

"I suggest you let her go home," the man spat through clenched teeth to Peter, his eyes blazing with hatred as I stood passively. Wanting to run, knowing this man would help me escape, was he my saving grace?

His eyes connected to mine, softening as sympathy filled his sorrow filled his dark orbs. "You can come with me," he smiled gently, reaching out to take my tied wrists in his soft hands, his gentleness making my heart ache as Antonio stood stiffly behind me. 

"Darien must be worried sick about you," he breathed out, lifting his hand to place it on my bruised cheek.

Blood, it covered me like a sheet. Going into my parted mouth as I screamed in horror. Falling to the floor as his body collapsed on top of mine. His face inches from mine as blood gushed from the wound onto my clothing as I let out murderous screams. Trying to wiggle his body off me to no avail as the taste of his blood tainted my mouth. My tears ran down my face, red with his blood as my breathing came out uneven. 

I was sobbing as strong arms pulled me along the floor, dragging me out from under the dead body as I breathed into my empty lumps. Antonio pulled me to my feet softly as I let my body slump against his. Getting blood all over his white shirt as he stabled me on shaking legs. 

All I could look at was the kind man on the floor, the only one willing to help me and he had killed him. The only hope I had left in this place. I knew after witnessing that none of the men in this room would cross him anytime soon.

"Does anyone else want to take my girl away from me?" looking up from the man to Peter my body trembled with terror, gun still firmly planted in his hand as he waved it at the men in front of him who frantically shook their heads. 

Darien, he mentioned Darien. Did he know him? Did he know what had happened to him? My heart ached as sobs shook my body. I couldn't afford to be weak but I felt numb, I hardly felt Antonio's arms around me as I looked back to the dead body.

The man who had his whole life ahead of him just like my Darien, both dead because of me. My parents were right, I was the problem.

"I got you," Antonio whispered gently into my ear as my legs gave out under me, lifting me into bridal style as Peter ranted to the men in front of us. I couldn't hear him. All I could concentrate on was the blood. Running across the polished floor, covering my clothing, in my hair, in my mouth. It was everywhere.

I don't know how long he held me before Peter finally came to me, reaching out to take me from Antonio as my body shivered in disgust. Bile rising up my throat as I screamed at him touch, thrashing in his arms as he lost his grip. My body landing on the floor painfully as I gasped for air.

Antonio quickly went to collect me off the floor, "leave her," quickly stopping mid step he looked down at me with concern as I winced in pain.

Peters hands wrapped in my hair, painfully pulling me to my feet as he brought me close to his face. The anger evident as his hold tightened on my hair, pulling some from my scalp.

"Get up the stairs of I will shoot you in the knee cap, try getting away then," he growled lowly, shoving me in the direction of the stairs as he kept his hand tightly in my hair.

"Antonio, get rid of the body," with a quick nod from Antonio Peter pushed me up the stairs, each step hurting more than the last as tears streamed down my face, when did I become so weak?

Taking me into an unfamiliar bedroom he pushed me through another door leading to a bathroom before releasing his grasp on my hair. "Shower," he grumbled out, turning to leave me as I sighed in relief.

Quickly I scanned the bedroom, looking for any weapon I could use against Peter, any escape. Disappointment filling me at the lack of window and belongings around the room. Unless I wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp with a bottle of shampoo.

Deciding there was no way of escaping I stripped, not being able to take my top fully off due to my wrists still being tied together. Deciding to leave the top hanging on my wrists I turned the water on. Quickly jumping in, in a rush to get the blood off my body, to rid of the memories of the second murder I witnessed Peter commit. 

Tears mixed with the water and blood as I let my head tip back, soaking my face. Wondering how long it would take me to drown if I filled the bath and submerged myself within the water, quickly getting rid of they thoughts when my brothers filled my mind. I couldn't leave them behind, nor Elisa. My best friend who I missed more than anything right now, she would know how to get me out of this if she was with me.

The water turned red as it swirled around the drain, my body aching with the wrath of Peter I had to deal with for the past five days as well as the mental trauma of watching the man I love get killed and then that innocent man whose blood covered me.

Knowing the man that murdered the man I loved was a short distance away from me had my body going cold despite the hot water, my emotions running havoc. Rage and fear consuming me, knowing what he done to his last girlfriend, I wondered how his wife could stay with a man like him never mind have children with him.

Screaming the door slammed open, allowing Peter to storm in with determination shining in his eyes as my breasts stayed uncovered for his eyes to devour. My bounded hands covering my core as I stared wide eyed at the monster in front of me.

"I have waited long enough, I'm having you tonight," he growled as he picked me up, pulling me onto his shoulder as I tired to hit his back with my elbows, screaming as he carried me to the bed. My legs thrashing as fresh tears rolled down my face.

Quickly dropping me onto the bed he stripped out his clothing in lightning speed as I tried to get away, pushing myself to the edge of the bed in desperation. His hand grasped around my ankle, pulling me back to his naked body as I cried lifting my hands to hit him as he quickly grabbed them, placing them above my head before attacking my nipple with his mouth. His teeth biting into me as I cried out in pain.

Moving he forcefully shoved my naked legs apart as I cried pathetically under him, knowing I couldn't get him off me in this position.

"You will love me, even if I have to make you," he growled lowly, his face going into the crook of my neck as he bit down harshly making me cry out in pain as I felt him pierce my skin.

Nausea twisted my stomach as his hard manhood pressed against my core, "please stop," I whimpered, trying to close my legs, pushing my bum sideways to get away from him as he chuckled darkly in my ear.

"You let Darien have you, I won't be gentle now," with one hand holding my bounded wrists he placed the other between us, grasping his throbbing manhood as he rubbed it against my sensitive flesh causing him to groan as I whimpered in disgust beneath him.