Cora Greer's life has been nothing but a major pain in the ass, so it shouldn't come as a surprise when she finally decides to put an end to her misery.
But what happens when, in a sudden turn of events, she gets kidnapped by a gang leader, A.K.A...
"Let go of me!" I cried as I tried to pulled my wrist from his grasp with all my might.
I bent my body to ground my feet into the carpet but he just pulled harder, causing me to stumble forwards and almost fall.
I looked back at the rest of the guys to see if someone would help me but they were all smirking at me.
Zayn had a bloody nose from literally banging into the wall at full speed and he was scowling at me hatefully.
All of them were.
I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips.
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I quickly put a hand over my mouth. Shit.
"Something funny, kitten?" Harry snarled. "I can't believe I gave him a bloody nose." I quietly giggled looking at my feet before looking up into his eyes.
To my surprise I found him staring at me. "What?" I asked in a small voice, my insecurities kicking in.
I tried to put my hair out in front of my face but he grabbed my wrist. A small gasp erupted from my throat as he did so and reached out to put the strand of hair behind my ear.
"Stop acting so insecure. Your'e fucking gorgeous." He muttered, angry for some reason.
I felt my face heat up as a deep blush rose to my cheeks.
"Doesn't change that fact that your'e still in major trouble, kitten." He smirked, knowing he'd gotten under my skin.
My heart sank again as he opened the mahogany doors and threw me inside before stepping in himself and locking the door behind him.
I had landed on my hands and knees and I quickly rolled over and crawled back in fear.
"Where's all that smack talk, huh?" he smirked.
I quickly stood up and ran behind the desk, he let me... which meant he was torturing me like this on purpose. He wanted to see me cower and run in fear.
"Cat got your tongue, kitten? He smirked again.
"D-does it boost your pathetic male ego? T-torturing people like this?" I stuttered, failing to hide the fear from my voice.
He caught it and a wide grin spread across his lips that spread immense shivers down my spine.
"Oh, yes, kitten. Yes it does. But I haven't even shown you what I'm capable of yet." He hissed trying to come around the desk towards me but I went around the other way.
"W-why? What did I do? I didn't hurt them! They literally hurt themselves! Is it my fucking fault that their a bunch of fucking idiots?!" I cried trying to defend myself. He laughed.
