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(Rosalyn's POV)
Randy Moroson stood in front of me. The man who had abused me and molested me for a good two years of my life. The man who stripped away my childhood. He ruined me and made me become this person.
Randy Moroson was Riccardo Montoya.
"Make her stop." His booming voice demanded suddenly. Blondie walked up to me and effortlessly slapped me across the face.
I was bawling my eyes out. The one person who I had managed to escape had kidnapped me and wanted me to stay with him.
Like fuck I was going to do that.
"I want to go home" I pleaded to Blondie who's eyes momentarily betrayed him. He cared.
"Not until you hear me out!" Again Riccardo's voice boomed out and caused me to shrink back from fear.
"Then talk!" I screamed raising my arms up.
Oh Brandon, where are you?
"You disrespect me once more child and I will do to you what I did all those years ago!" His face was red from raging and his veins were pulsing out of his neck.
"All I want, is to offer you your freedom. Work for me. Help me get new buyers and you are free to own your own place and do what you want. All I want from you is your compliance to help build up my empire" he looked smug as he continued to talk.
"This isn't the golden age you imbecile! The world doesn't run on a monarchy anymore!" I shouted turning to leave when Blondie was right there in front of me.
"Lock her up."
"Yes, Boss" Blondie grabbed me and pulled me through various hallways and lead me to a dark room. With a loud bang and a hard shove to the hard floor I lost my breath and let the tears fall.
I was trapped.
How stupid of me to even bother thinking I could escape from my past.
"You said I could leave.." I whispered to myself as I felt around the room.
"I know, I really wanted to believe he would let you go" I stopped moving when I realised I wasn't alone in the room.
Blondie was waiting.
"What do you want from me?" I asked laying down on the hard floor.
I wanted to go home. I wanted Brandon.
"I want to let you go, but I don't want to see you go back to that monster"
"I don't believe you, he wouldn't do stuff like that"
"You don't know him like I do!"
"What if I do?! What if I do know him! How would you know!" I knew I was trying to convince myself more than him, it was easier to lie than to face facts you just weren't ready for.
"Then I'll help you. If you promise me that you actually love him?" I stopped breathing lightly and looked around and saw darkness.
Promise him that I love Brandon? I could do that! Yet why was my mouth not moving and why did my heart feel like it was breaking?
"I promise" I was lying. I couldn't promise that.
Tears slid down my face as I realised what this meant.
I wasn't sure if I even loved Brandon Santoro.
A warm hand grabbed my upper arm and lifted me to my feet. Arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled from the room and shut my eyes tightly from the sudden brightness.
Blondie pulled me from the room and down the hall. Looking out first before grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.
Why was he helping me?
(Dylan's POV)
She was beautiful. Looking up at me a faded smile on her face, her long wavy drown hair scattered around her and touched her mid back lightly. Her blue eyes sparkled perfectly showing every single emotion.
She grabbed my hand and followed behind me perfectly as I lead her away from Riccardo. Her grey pyjama pants touched the floor slightly covering the obvious batman socks, she wore a tight batman tee. She looked so perfect and dorky.
We found our way out and into the kitchen, dragging her away from the area and out side, the moon cast down on us hiding the sins we were committing.
I pulled her to my car and pushed her in. A genuine smile on her face as she began to get giddy.
Running a hand through my hair I started the car and drove away, I knew what would happen when Riccardo found out.
He would kill me and it would all be worth it. Seeing that smile on her beautiful face made it worth it.
I was damned if Brandon was going to have her so easily.
Riccardo may have stolen her and wanted to hold her captive but what's to say that maybe we can all escape?
Rosalyn was worth trying... Wasn't she?
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A/N: sooooo? Blondie was nice? What?!
Seriously tho guys I have serious blockage right now, I don't know how to get the plot to keep moving.
Do you guys even like the story or is it getting worse?
I guess we'll find out 😋
Jamie😋
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