The Billionaires Treasure

Chapter Thirty-seven

"I'm already dead, treasure," he mocked, his beautiful blue eyes going lifeless as his hand gripped onto my neck, cutting off my air supply as I watched in horror.

His lifeless eyes turned light before they turned green, his face morphing as Peter stared at me, his face inches from my own as his breath rubbed against my wet skin.

"But I'm not, treasure," he smirked as he pushed my body to the blood covered ground as I screamed in defeat.

"I killed them all," he laughed evilly before his hands pushed up the t-shirt Antonio had gave me to wear leaving me exposed to him once again.

"I'm going to take you in front of your dead brothers," he taunted as my eyes met those of Donatellos cold ones, fear piercing me as the sound of his zip echoed in the dimly lit room.

Screaming I bolted upright, the warm outdoor air burning my skin as the twigs and stones beneath me dug into my skin.

The forest surrounded me as I panted for air, clutching my chest in fright as I brought my knees to my face. Rocking back and forward on the muddy forest floor as tears fell down my cheeks. It was a dream. A dream that felt so real, so painful.

I clutched onto Antonios shirt that was now covered in mud, praying that he was still alive. I never had a chance to thank him for saving me, for thank him for everything he had done for me before he pushed me out the back door with the demand to run for the forest.

The gun fire terrified me, not the noise but the death.

I wanted to stay, I begged him to give me a gun as he pushed me from the house. He had stated on our way down the stairs that me being there would cause more danger to my brothers than me running so I ran. I ran in hopes my brother would be alive.

I ran with the thought that I wasn't going to be a distraction, that this was what my brothers would of wanted but as I lay on the ground shivering despite the blistering heat covered in dirt and tears I wouldn't forgive myself if they were killed trying to protect me.

I had been overjoyed to hear the gunfire, ecstatic when Antonio confirmed that my brothers were in fact here. Now though all I felt was guilt as my stomach turned in distress, I had put them into danger. Everything that happened was my fault. I was the reason my Darien was dead and I was the reason my brothers had put themselves into danger to save me.

My mother was right, I was a complete and utter fuck up.

My body still trembled from the horrendous dream as I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the ache in my body as I took in the surroundings. Trees surrounded me in every direction, my mind completely confused as everything looked different under the sunlight, less terrifying than the dark forest at night.

My feet moved before I even thought about where I was going, my body moved in the direction I had ran from last night as I tried to imagine every step I had took. I didn't know how long I had ran last night but it felt like hours, hours that my brain shut down and my legs took over.

They should have came and found me by now, took me home with them to continue our lives peacefully without Peter but they hadn't came.

My throat was dry as my stomach cramped with hunger, my muscles screamed at me to stop as I pushed myself through the forest in hope to find my brothers, to find them alive and breathing.

I hesitated as I reached the edge of the forest line before breaking through the trees only to turn and quickly sprint back into the forest as my aching feet pounded against the ground. At least five of them were hot on my tail as I ran, my body tired as my chest ached with the need for oxygen.

"You're a fucking idiot!" my mind screamed as I fought with the last of my energy to run, to escape the men chasing me. The men that my brothers should of killed.

They were still alive, did that mean? Falling to the ground a sob left my lips at the horrific realization that the dream may be true, that my brothers had been outnumbered and murdered.

Pushing myself to my feet I continued to run, their heavy footsteps a reminder of the danger I was in as my legs felt numb beneath me. The cuts from the twigs and rocks not bothering me as I left a bloody trail with my feet.

A warning shot fired through the air as I screamed in fright, jumping behind a tree in cover as I continued to hold the knife Antionio had gave me. The knife I had clutched onto all night.

"Come out or we will shoot you," a gruff voice sounded through the forest as I pressed my back hard against the tree, holding my hand to my mouth to stop the gasping for breath to be audible to the men.

"Your brothers killed quite a lot of us," grasping my knife tears fell from my eyes at the thought of my brothers being killed.

"Peter only wants to see you, you done quite a number on him," my blood ran cold, I should of caught on by now. Peter was still alive, my brothers never got to him. He wasn't dead. My brothers?

"Go fuck yourself," I spat before I took off running again, my knife at the ready to strike as I ran through the trees.

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Exams have took over my life so unfortunately this is all I have time to write just now. I hope you all enjoyed it.

If you haven't noticed I brought out a one shot book full of smut if anyone is interested .. :)

Update should be soon.