Belladonna (Billionaire Boys Club #1)

Chapter 36

                    Madelaina:

Fingers. Cold and calloused grip my arm in a vice I cannot break.

Then I am released.

Only to be shoved to another. Another set of hands. Another ten fingers. Another hold that is certain to leave bruises on my skin.

Laughter filters into my ears and slips down my throat. Right into my stomach where it fights violently to be let back up.

I feel sick.

A voice speaks up over the howling and water begins to form a pool in my eyes.

"You actually thought that we liked you? That you were anything more than a useless bitch?"

More shoving. More hands. More laughter.

"God, you're pathetic. A waste of space. A fucking bank account."

I'm pushed again. Not into a body this time, but a wall. One that my skull collides with and has my head pounding.

Four heads look my way. Cruel smiles plastered to their faces.

I can't move.

Fear has me cemented fo the ground and my tears falling in rapid succession down my cheeks.

I'm not strong enough.

I'm too weak.

Maybe not physically, I could take the girls...but not them.

The one on the left holds his hand out to one of the girls and she passes him a backpack.

He unzips it and pulls out a wad of money.

Whether it's mine or theirs, I do not know.

The others' eyes widen and then they laugh again.

The bag is passed down the line until each of them has at least a handful of bills.

Then the guy steps closer. The one bigger than the other.

The way he smiled, warm and playful. The way he looked at me, long and often.

Now his gaze is wicked, his look malicious.

My breaths move in and out of me. Choppy and strained.

I can't breathe.

"You have a pretty face." He steps closer. "A pretty body." My muscles lock. "But this." He waves the cash in my face. "This is all that you're worth."

"You don't deserve any of it." The girl on the left scoffs.

"You're just a naive little bitch." The girl on the right snarls.

"You know what, guys? I don't think she's worth our time."

The others agree. Snickers leaving them like dominos.

"In fact. I think we should give this right back."

"Wait, what?" The girl on the left furrows her brows.

"Come on now, babe. Let's be nice to the little bitch."

"Girl doesn't even have a bag on her. We're just gonna hand it over?"

"Oh, no. Not at all."

And that's when it clicks for them.

If only I knew.