The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

My heart jams in my chest as the masked men reach the limousine.

I protected Ashton by covering his little body as the glass shatters after one of the men slammed his elbow directly into the window.

Everyone screamed and Ashton’s sharp cry pierces through the air.

Being roughly taken while trying to protect my son and everyone else was challenging.

“Let her go you fucker!” Mila yelled as she throws her fists at the man who held me. Another comes to help and soon everyone’s attempts to get me away from the mask men went fruitless.

The last thing I saw was black as they quickly threw something over my head, cutting off my vision.

I screamed as they pulled me away and cried when I felt something like a needle pierce through my arm.

Seconds. It only took seconds to feel numb and lose the fight in me. It only took seconds to go into the darkness of my head. Seconds to feel hopeless and scared.

I winced when I came back to consciousness. There’s a bit of pain in my temples, an uncomfortable pressure.

I groan.

Peeling my eyes open and I’m greeted with the same darkness.

Fear reared its ugly head back in my body and I whimpered when I felt rope biting into my wrists.

My arms are pulled back, around a chair, and my ankles….I shifted them, well tried to. They were both tied too.

Suddenly someone harshly pulls the bag off my head. I winced, squinting as I try to adjust my vision.

“Rise and shine sleepy head!”

I winced as my ears rang from the loud tone he used. I squinted, lifting my head.

blurry but I could make out the figure and face of the person who captured

face the second the slight

an inkling it was their sick

the hell are you up to

roughly grips the chair handle and leans forward. “I’m upset you didn’t send me an

and I’s wedding ceremony was

the media knew about it. The Muralos may have been keeping an eye out on us

we shared too? This just broke

I scowled. “Aiden’s going to kill

a field day two

evidence that it was your crazy

the coppery tang of my blood when I swiped the tip of my

sister crazy. She’s more of a woman than you’ll

me to an old unfinished building. That much I could tell by the unpainted walls and concrete

him in hatred.” You holding me here just proves how senile she

His glare intensified.

she’s more woman than I am, aren’t you fucking her, you sick fuck?

Another furious slap echoed.

eyes sting but my cheeks stung even more.

a nuzzle on your

you have me here Christopher? What are you

eyes dissipates and is replaced with an evil sinister look. “The bride is curious.” He snorted and then walks around me. I

my neck stand on end

fingers skim my wrists. “I bet you want to get free of this.” His fingers wrap

he applies more

“Stop,” I whimpered.

tough now you whore?” He hisses beside

press my lips tightly, my heart