Sold

Chapter 29

*Edited*

(Rosalyn's POV)

I woke an hour later my body aching and tears streaming down my face. I looked around my surroundings to find myself on the roof of a tall building, the concrete digging into my body.

My wrists bloody and bruised from the cuffs and my ankles the exact same. I pushed myself up on shaky arms and looked around the sun blinding me.

"She's awake!" A gruff voice yelled behind me, I turned around my clothes tugging on my body hurting the various bruises that were already forming.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my mind raced over the previous events.

Randy/Riccardo pressed his body against mine as he slowly began to undress me, my body shaking with disgust as his eyes looked me over, tears were streaming down my face as his rough hands grasped my body his eyes hungry.

I squeezed my eyes shut just wanting this to be over, I worked at 'Francie's' for most of my life, I could handle this.. Right?

Suddenly cold air enveloped my body my eyes snapping open, I looked over at Randy/Riccardo with fear in my eyes.

This man was going to ruin me.

"You know, I could do this to you, make you scarred for life, probably have you kill yourself and have your poor little Brandon kill himself from the pain of loosing his one true love and convince him to let me take over the business and then lock him away to live an eternity in pain without his beloved"

I rolled my eyes as he began to monologue.

Seriously? Men.

"Or, I could take you and marry you so that you are MINE and make him watch as you live a HAPPY life with me"

"Why would I be happy with you?"

"Because I know you don't love Brandon or Dylan, a woman like you Rosie can't ever love... You're broken" I turned my face away from this monster.

Who the fuck did he think I was? I loved Brandon. I did. I had too. I had to love him, or all of this was for nothing, and if this was for nothing then she's suffered a lifetime of pain for a man she didn't even...

No. Stop it.

You love him. You have to love him.

Yet the doubt inside of me made my heart shatter. I knew I was lying to him and myself.

I didn't want this to be for nothing but even I couldn't deny it anymore.

I didn't love Brandon.

I couldn't love a monster like him.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as the realisation broke my heart.

There was only one man who loved me and he was Randy/Riccardo's captive and he was probably dead.

A bang sounded on the bedroom door and in ran three burly looking guys panting heavily.

"That Santoro boy is out the front, demanding for HER" he spat the words out and looked over at my naked body causing shivers of disgust to run over my body.

Gross.

Before I knew it I was uncuffed from the bed and dragged to the end of the bed by my hair, tears streaming down my face from the pain.

Pushed to the ground Randy/Riccardo got close to my face and began to punch me repeatedly till my mind went blank and blackness took over my body.