Broken

*Chapter 08|Disaster*

*edited*

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•Bianca's P.O.V

"FUCK."

Zoe let out an angry breath from beside me.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck," she groaned out loud.

"Did your mom not teach you not to swear?" Antonio asked from beside me with a wince. Zoe snapped her head towards him with a glare.

"Shut up," she says sharply. "If it wasn't for your stalling..." She gave me a quick glance, "we wouldn't have been in this situation," Antonio rolled his eyes at her statement.

"Keep it down," the man that held Zoe snapped and kneed her in the thigh, she winced quietly and bit her lip.

"Ha," Antonio sang.

I bit my lip and tried to ignore the pain on my wrist from the big man's fingernails that dug into my skin. The man that held my wrists roughly shoved me forward to quicken my pace, causing me to stumble. My bare feet hurt from all the running and my throat felt dry from the lack of water.

I heard Zoe grunt from beside me.

"Stop struggling," Antonio rolled his eyes. "It'll only make them hold you tighter," he told her without caring if they heard.

Zoe didn't reply...loudly.

The men walked us to my bedroom quietly. Once we got there the one named Joe who had a gun pointed at us the whole time opened the door. He is one of my dad's best men.

The men that held Zoe and Antonio shoved them in, throwing them to the ground. They both scrambled to their feet and hurriedly advanced towards the door but Joe quickly threw it shut, locking it with the key.

The sound of their fists banging against the door echoed in the quiet atmosphere.

"Let us out!" Zoe's voice screamed. I froze as realization struck me hard. If I'm not going in there, where are they taking me?

"Cuida está puerta," Joe said to one of the men. "If any of them escape, I'll kill you myself." (Guard this door)

"This way," Joe nodded to the other men and they followed after him obediently. The man that held me shoved me forward but I stayed in place, I struggled out of his hands.

"Let me go," I snapped, making Joe turn to me.

"What are you doing?" Joe asked

"Where are you taking me?" I say, ignoring his question, "my room is right there," I said with eyes wide in panic.

Joe chuckled darkly as he shook his head and advanced towards me in slow strides. "You're not going in there," he said, with his thick Spanish accent and then nodded to the suddenly quiet door to my room.

I felt the man that held me release my hands, leaving me completely free. "Daddy has a special place prepared just for you. I had a bed fixed in there too," he continues.

I clenched my hand into a fist and collided it with his ugly face. "Bastard," I spat at him and held back the tears. Nobody is touching me, not anymore.

The men around him came towards me but he held up his palm, stopping them.

The punch cut his lip and blood to dripped from it. He wiped it with his thumb and glanced at the blood with a scoff.

"What a shitty punch."

I took slow and steady steps backwards defensively, but he glanced at me and noticed.