The Billionaires Treasure

Chapter Thirty-three

"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.