Cristiano's Craving

Thirty Three

"Let me go," I demanded, my eyes glaring hard at Emerald who seemed to be the leader. He chuckled, his green eyes scanning my body once more. "She's beautiful; no wonder Rossi's got her." I rolled my eyes impatiently, my eyes shooting daggers at him.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but you're not going anywhere."

"And why's that?" I snapped, raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever is spoken in this room, stays here and it seems as though you want to break that."

"You guys are cheats," I bickered.

Emerald laughed once more which ticked me off. "She's feisty."

I stood once more, confidentially strolling over to him, my eyes staring him down challengingly. "Don't even try to mess with me. Tell your goon to move."

Emerald stood, coming closer to me so we were at eye level. He lifted my chin, and I forced my head away, staring into his eyes with rage. He pulled a strand of my long hair behind my ear, chuckling again.

"So beautiful. . . But it seems you are not going to follow my simple rule, bella."

He grabbed me and pinned me against the wall, causing me to gasp, my eyes widening as he wrapped his hand around my neck. I was gasping, choking as I tried to pry his hands off me, trying my hardest not to cry.

I was wriggling in his grasp, his legs pushing mine against the walk so I couldn't kick.

"Listen, my friend over here is gonna take you into the janitors closet where  you will stay until I say otherwise, sexy-"

"No!" I managed to breath out, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks as he tightened his grip and I struggled to breathe, wheezing and gasping for air.

He slapped me roughly, my cheek stinging so painfully. Then his hand slid down, going underneath my jeans which caused me to gasp, fighting for him to get off me.

He pinned me against the wall roughly, my back aching from the pain. "I'll take you right now if don't do as you're fucking told, with or without your permission, you hear me?"

My baby

I whimpered, beginning to sob as he touched me, his dirty fingers cupping me. He loosened his grip around my throat and raised an eyebrow, challengingly looking at me. I gave in, nodding slowly and he moved his hand away, his hand letting go of my neck.

I coughed, gasping and wheezing as I regained my breath, my heart thumping and my mind spinning.

The bulky guy grabbed me and shoved me away, my body so weak that I stumbled, barely able to walk

I was thrown into the closet, the door shutting beside two men that had came in with me. On the ground, I turned my back on them and silently cried, wiping my tears and forcing myself to stop and show no weakness.

I sniffed, wiping my eyes and cheeks before my hand went down to my stomach, rubbing it softly before moving my hands to my head, trying to come up with a plan.

If I stayed put, they were gonna play dirty and hurt Cristiano which I was not about to let happen.

I needed a way out.